She Lived, We'll Say, A Harmless Life,

The Denial Of Contemporary Genius Is The Rule Rather Than The Exception. No One Counts The Eagles In The Nest, Till There Is A Rush Of Wings; And Lo! They Are Flown.

My Patience Has Dreadful Chilblains From Standing So Long On A Monument.

The Music Soars Within The Little Lark, And The Lark Soars.

When The Dust Of Death Has Choked A Great Man's Voice, The Common Words He Said Turn Oracles, The Common Thoughts He Yoked Like Horses Draw Like Griffins.

A Woman's Pity Sometimes Makes Her Mad.