All we behold is miracle.

Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true,- A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew.

[My kitten] is dressed in a tortoise-shell suit, and I know you will delight in her.

Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unseen, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss.

Lived in his saddle, loved the chase, the course, And always, ere he mounted, kiss'd his horse.

The nurse sleeps sweetly, hired to watch the sick, / whom, snoring, she disturbs.

Lights of the world, and stars of human race.