Smiles Form The Channels Of

Tis Pleasing To Be School'd In A Strange Tongue By Female Lips And Eyes--that Is, I Mean, When Both The Teacher And The Taught Are Young, As Was The Case, At Least, Where I Have Been; They Smile So When One's Right; And When One's Wrong They Smile Still More.

I Am The Very Slave Of Circumstance And Impulse -- Borne Away With Every Breath!

I Am Always Most Religious Upon A Sunshiny Day.

It Is Singular How Soon We Lose The Impression Of What Ceases To Be Constantly Before Us. A Year Impairs, A Luster Obliterates. There Is Little Distinct Left Without An Effort Of Memory, Then Indeed The Lights Are Rekindled For A Moment - But Who Can Be Sure That The Imagination Is Not The Torch-bearer?

Shelley Is Truth Itself And Honour Itself Notwithstanding His Out-of-the-way Notions About Religion.