No Verse Which Is Unmusical

Perhaps A Maiden's Bashfulness Is More A Matron's Lesson Than Our Lips Aver.

Faded Smiles Oft Linger In The Face, While Grief's First Flakes Fall Silent On The Heart!

Public Opinion Is No More Than This: What People Think That Other People Think.

In My Song You Catch At Times Note Sweeter Far Than Mine, And In The Tangle Of My Rhymes Can Scent The Eglantine.

From Sunny Woof And Cloudy Weft Fell Rain In Sheets; So, To Myself I Hummed These Hazard Rhymes, And Left The Learned Volume On The Shelf.