Pain Is Life - The Sharper, The

Dream Not ... Of Having Tasted All The Grandeur And Wildness Of Fancy Till You Have Gone Mad!

Oh, Breathe Not His Name! Let It Sleep In The Shade, Where Cold And Unhonour'd His Relics Are Laid

Our Appetites, Of One Or Another Kind, Are Excellent Spurs To Our Reason, Which Might Otherwise But Feebly Set About The Great Ends Of Preserving And Continuing The Species.

Summer, As My Friend Coleridge Waggishly Writes, Has Set In With Its Usual Severity.

A Sweet Child Is The Sweetest Thing In Nature.