His Ears Were Often The First Thing

With What Cracked Pitchers Go We To Deep Wells In This World!

A Grave, On Which To Rest From Singing?

Never Say No When The World Says Aye.

I Would Build A Cloudy House For My Thoughts To Live In; When For Earth Too Fancy-loose And Too Low For Heaven! Hush! I Talk My Dream Aloud - I Build It Bright To See, - I Build It On The Moonlit Cloud, To Which I Looked With Thee.

The English Have A Scornful Insular Way Of Calling The French Light.