Bells Are Musics Laughter.

My Books Kept Me From The Ring, The Dog-pit, The Tavern, And The Saloon.

O Men With Sisters Dear, O Men With Mothers And Wives, It Is Not Linen You 're Wearing Out, But Human Creatures' Lives!

I Remember, I Remember The Fir-trees Dark And High; I Used To Think Their Slender Tops Were Close Against The Sky; It Was A Childish Ignorance, But Now 't Is Little Joy To Know I'm Farther Off From Heaven Than When I Was A Boy.

No Blessed Leisure For Love Or Hope, But Only Time For Grief.

There's A Double Beauty Whenever A Swan Swims On A Lake With Her Double Thereon.