What Men Call Gallantry, And

Armenian Is The Language To Speak With God.

Think You, If Laura Had Been Petrarch's Wife, He Would Have Written Sonnets All His Life?.

A Mighty Mass Of Brick, And Smoke, And Shipping, Dirty And Dusty, But As Wide As Eye Could Reach, With Here And There A Sail Just Skipping In Sight, Then Lost Amidst The Forestry Of Masts; A Wilderness Of Steeples Peeping On Tiptoe Through Their Sea-coal Canopy; A Huge, Dun Cupola, Like A Fools-cap Crown On A Fool's Head - And There Is London Town.

And Hold Up To The Sun My Little Taper.

There Is No Instinct Like That Of The Heart.