Coming Events Cast Their Shadows Before.

Oh, How Hard It Is To Find The One Just Suited To Our Mind!

To Live In The Hearts Of Others Is Not To Die

Never Wedding, Ever Wooing, Still A Lovelorn Heart Pursuing, Read You Not The Wrong You're Doing In My Cheek's Pale Hue? All My Life With Sorrow Strewing; Wed Or Cease To Woo.

The Proud, The Cold Untroubled Heart Of Stone, That Never Mused On Sorrow But Its Own.

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