Dance And Provencal Song And Sunburnt Mirth!

But The Rose Leaves Herself Upon The Brier, For Winds To Kiss And Grateful Bees To Feed.

A Quote About Drinking Is A Joy Forever

Nothing Is Finer For The Purposes Of Great Productions Than A Very Gradual Ripening Of The Intellectual Powers.

O Solitude! If I Must With Thee Dwell, Let It Not Be Among The Jumbled Heap Of Murky Buildings: Climb With Me The Steep,-- Nature's Observatory--whence The Dell, In Flowery Slopes, Its River's Crystal Swell, May Seem A Span; Let Me Thy Vigils Keep 'mongst Boughs Pavilion'd, Where The Deer's Swift Leap Startles The Wild Bee From The Foxglove Bell.

Sudden A Thought Came Like A Full-blown Rose, Flushing His Brow.