O Let Me Lead Her Gently O'er

I Don't Need The Stars In The Night I Found My Treasure All I Need Is You By My Side So Shine Forever

Soft Closer Of Our Eyes! Low Murmur Of Tender Lullabies!

I Wish You Could Invent Some Means To Make Me At All Happy Without You. Every Hour I Am More And More Concentrated In You; Everything Else Tastes Like Chaff In My Mouth.

Music's Golden Tongue Flatter'd To Tears This Aged Man And Poor.

I Am Certain I Have Not A Right Feeling Towards Women -- At This Moment I Am Striving To Be Just To Them, But I Cannot. Is It Because They Fall So Far Beneath My Boyish Imagination? When I Was A Schoolboy I Thought A Fair Woman A Pure Goddess; My Mind Was A Soft Nest In Which Some One Of Them Slept, Though She Knew It Not.