Bells Are Musics Laughter.

My Tears Must Stop, For Every Drop Hinders Needle And Thread.

When Eve Upon The First Of Men The Apple Press'd With Specious Cant, Oh! What A Thousand Pities Then That Adam Was Not Adamant!

Frost Is The Greatest Artist In Our Clime - He Paints In Nature And Describes In Rime.

We Watch'd Her Breathing Through The Night, Her Breathing Soft And Low, As In Her Breast The Wave Of Life Kept Heaving To And Fro.

There Are Three Things Which The Public Will Always Clamour For, Sooner Or Later; Namely: Novelty, Novelty, Novelty.