Love, Free As Air, At Sight Of

The Meeting Points The Sacred Hair Dissever From The Fair Head, Forever, And Forever! Then Flashed The Living Lightning From Her Eyes, And Screams Of Horror Rend Th' Affrighted Skies.

Light Quirks Of Music, Broken And Uneven,make The Soul Dance Upon A Jig To Heav'n.

A Work Of Art That Contains Theories Is Like An Object On Which The Price Tag Has Been Left.

And Die Of Nothing But A Rage To Live.

Not Always Actions Show The Man; We Find Who Does A Kindness Is Not Therefore Kind.