O Lord, Sir - When A Heroine

I Own The Soft Impeachment.

A Man May Think An Untruth As Well As Speak One.

Nothing Keeps Me In Such Awe As Perfect Beauty; Now, There Is Something Consoling And Encouraging In Ugliness.

A Progeny Of Learning.

When Delicate And Feeling Souls Are Separated, There Is Not A Feature In The Sky, Not A Movement Of The Elements, Not An Aspiration Of The Breeze, But Hints Some Cause For A Lover's Apprehension.