We Watch'd Her Breathing Through

Some Dreams We Have Are Nothing Else But Dreams, Unnatural And Full Of Contradictions; Yet Others Of Our Most Romantic Schemes, Are Something More Than Fictions.

I Remember, I Remember, The House Where I Was Born, The Little Window Where The Sun Came Peeping In At Morn.

Jasmine Is Sweet, And Has Many Loves.

Oh! God! That Bread Should Be So Dear, And Flesh And Blood So Cheap!

To Attempt To Advise Conceited People Is Like Whistling Against The Wind.