The Soul Of Conversation Is Sympathy

Beauty's Witching Sway Is Now To Me A Star That's Fallen-a Dream That's Passed Away.

Without The Smile From Partial Beauty Won, O What Were Man? - A World Without A Sun.

Who Hath Not Own'd, With Rapture-smitten Frame, The Power Of Grace, The Magic Of A Name.

For Beauty's Tears Are Lovelier Than Her Smile.

A Man Who Will Not Leave His Room Because He Does Not Know How, Or Is Afraid To Open The Door, Is Trapped Just The Same Whether Or Not The Door Is Locked.