In The Ill-judged Execution Of The Well-judged

Let Truth Be Told - Women Do As A Rule Live Through Such Humiliations, And Regain Their Spirits, And Again Look About Them With An Interested Eye. While There's Life There's Hope Is A Connviction Not So Entirely Unknown To The "betrayed" As Some Amiable Theorists Would Have Us Believe.

She Was But A Transient Impression, Half Forgotten.

Bless Thy Simplicity, Tess

He Knelt And Bent Lower, Till Her Breath Warmed His Face, And In A Moment His Cheek Was In Contact With Hers. She Was Sleeping Soundly, And Upon Her Eyelashes There Lingered Tears.

Of Course Poets Have Morals And Manners Of Their Own, And Custom Is No Argument With Them.