Jasmine Is Sweet, And Has Many Loves.

I Remember, I Remember The Fir-trees Dark And High; I Used To Think Their Slender Tops Were Close Against The Sky; It Was A Childish Ignorance, But Now 't Is Little Joy To Know I'm Farther Off From Heaven Than When I Was A Boy.

A Name, It Has More Than Nominal Worth, And Belongs To Good Or Bad Luck At Birth

There's A Double Beauty Whenever A Swan Swims On A Lake With Her Double Thereon.

Oh Would I Were Dead Now, Or Up In My Bed Now, To Cover My Head Now, And Have A Good Cry!

It Was Not In The Winter Our Loving Lot Was Cast! It Was The Time Of Roses, We Plucked Them As We Passed!