Now To Rivulets From The Mountains Point

The Sea Hath Its Pearls The Heaven Hath Its Stars But My Heart, My Heart Has Its Love.

Simplicity In Character, In Manners, In Style; In All Things The Supreme Excellence Is Simplicity.

Ambition Is So Powerful A Passion In The Human Breast, That However High We Reach We Are Never Satisfied.

I Have A Passion For Ballad. . . . They Are The Gypsy Children Of Song, Born Under Green Hedgerows In The Leafy Lanes And Bypaths Of Literature,--in The Genial Summertime.

The Day Is Dark And Cold And Dreary; It Rains, And The Wind Is Never Weary.