Scarcely A Tear To Shed; Hardly A

Soul's Castle Fell At One Blast Of Temptation, But Many A Worm Had Pierced The Foundation.

Autumn's The Mellow Time.

Not Like Homer Would I Write, Not Like Dante If I Might, Not Like Shakespeare At His Best, Not Like Goethe Or The Rest, Like Myself, However Small, Like Myself, Or Not At All.

The Mother's Kiss Is The Sweetest Thing Ever.

Winds And Waters Keepa Hush More Dead Than Any Sleep.