But Quiet To Quick Bosoms Is A

Why Do They Call Me Misanthrope? Because They Hate Me, Not I Them.

This Is To Be Mortal, And Seek The Things Beyond Mortality.

The Music, And The Banquet, And The Wine-- The Garlands, The Rose Odors, And The Flowers, The Sparkling Eyes, And Flashing Ornaments-- The White Arms And The Raven Hair--the Braids, And Bracelets; Swan-like Bosoms, And The Necklace, An India In Itself, Yet Dazzling Not.

No Hand Can Make The Clock Strike For Me The Hours That Are Passed.

Egeria! Sweet Creation Of Some Heart Which Found No Mortal Resting-place So Fair As Thine Ideal Breast.