In beauty of face no maiden ever equaled her. It was the radiance of an...
We loved with a love that was more than love.
The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made...
I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.
There are few cases in which mere popularity should be considered a proper test of...
As a poet and as a mathematician, he would reason well; as a mere mathematician,...
With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the...
I have no faith in human perfectability. I think that human exertion will have no...