And If I Laugh At Any Mortal

I Have No Consistency, Except In Politics; And That Probably Arises From My Indifference To The Subject Altogether.

I Live Not In Myself, But I Become Portion Of That Around Me: And To Me High Mountains Are A Feeling, But The Hum Of Human Cities Torture.

And I Would Hear Yet Once Before I Perish The Voice Which Was My Music... Speak To Me!

Cervantes Smiled Spain's Chivalry Away.

Oh! Too Convincing--dangerously Dear-- In Woman's Eye The Unanswerable Tear! That Weapon Of Her Weakness She Can Wield, To Save, Subdue--at Once Her Spear And Shield.