But Nature Too, Shakes Off Her Sleep

There Is A Woman At The Begining Of All Great Things.

And When Night, Guiding Her Bright Train Of Stars, Throws O'er The Sleeping World Her Gloomy Veil, Lonely Amidst The Desert And The Darkness, Musing Upon The Night's Calm Majesty; Wrapt Up In Quietness, With Shade And Silence, My Soul More Closely Worshippeth Thy Presence; With An Internal Day I Feel Enlighten'd, And Hear A Voice, Which Biddeth Me To Hope.

Grief Knits Two Hearts In Closer Bonds Than Happiness Ever Can; And Common Sufferings Are Far Stronger Links Than Common Joys.

Treason, Which Begins By Being Cautious, Ends By Betraying Itself.

Sad Is His Lot, Who, Once At Least In His Life, Has Not Been A Poet.