Oh Stay! Oh Stay! Joy So Seldom

A Clear Fire, A Clean Hearth, And The Rigour Of The Game.

Separate From The Pleasure Of Your Company, I Don't Much Care If I Never See Another Mountain In My Life.

While Childhood, And While Dreams, Producing Childhood, Shall Be Left, Imagination Shall Not Have Spread Her Holy Wings Totally To Fly The Earth.

A Sweet Child Is The Sweetest Thing In Nature.

I Give Thee All,-i Can No More, Though Poor The Off'ring Be; My Heart And Lute Are All The Store That I Can Bring To Thee.