Just At The Age 'twixt

Literature Is A Great Staff, But A Very Sorry Crutch.

I Will But Confess The Sins Of My Green Cloak To My Grey Friar's Frock, And All Shall Be Well Again.

Mystery Has Great Charms For Womanhood.

England Was Merry England, When Old Christmas Brought His Sports Again. 'twas Christmas Broach'd The Mightiest Ale; 'twas Christmas Told The Merriest Tale; A Christmas Gambol Oft Could Cheer The Poor Man's Heart Through Half The Year.

In Listening Mood She Seemed To Stand, The Guardian Naiad Of The Strand.