For Mother's Sake The Child

Swans Sing Before They Die - 'twere No Bad Thing Should Certain Persons Die Before They Sing.

The Rules Of Prudence, Like The Laws Of The Stone Tables, Are For The Most Part Prohibitive. "thou Shalt Not" Is Their Characteristic Formula.

That Willing Suspension Of Disbelief For The Moment, Which Constitutes Poetic Faith.

Poor Little Foal Of An Oppressed Race! I Love The Languid Patience Of Thy Face.

Therefore All Seasons Shall Be Sweet To Thee, Whether The Summer Clothe The General Earth With Greenness, Or The Redbreast Sit And Sing Betwixt The Tufts Of Snow On The Bare Branch Of Mossy Apple Tree.