Love's a fire that needs renewal Of fresh beauty for its fuel.
The popularity of that baby-faced boy, who possessed not even the elements of a good actor, was a hallucination in the public mind, and a disgrace to our theatrical history.
For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.
A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.
Beauty's witching sway is now to me a star that's fallen-a dream that's passed away.
For there no yew nor cypress spread their glom But roses blossom'd each rustic tomb.