Thou Large-brain'd Woman And Large-hearted Man.

Books Succeed; And Lives Fail.

If I Leave All For Thee, Wilt Thou Exchange And Be All To Me?

Too Much Beauty, I Reckon, Is Nothing But Too Much Sun.

The Denial Of Contemporary Genius Is The Rule Rather Than The Exception. No One Counts The Eagles In The Nest, Till There Is A Rush Of Wings; And Lo! They Are Flown.

With Stammering Lips And Insufficient Sound I Strive And Struggle To Deliver Right The Music Of My Nature.