The Niobe Of Nations! There

Such Hath It Been--shall Be--beneath The Sun The Many Still Must Labour For The One.

This Sort Of Adoration Of The Real Is But A Heightening Of The Beau Ideal.

Be Warm, Be Pure, Be Amorous, But Be Chaste.

There Is Music In All Things, If Men Had Ears.

All Who Joy Would Win Must Share It. Happiness Was Born A Twin.