Beauty like hers is genius.

At length their long kiss severed, with sweet smart: And as the last slow sudden drops are shed From sparkling eaves when all the storm has fled, So singly fla…

Even as the moon grows queenlier in mid-space When the sky darkens, and her cloud-rapt car Thrills with intenser radiance from afar,- So lambent, lady, beams t…

A Sonnet is a moment's monument,- Memorial from the Soul's eternity To one dead deathless hour.

Would that all excellent books were foundlings, without father or mother, that so it might be, we could glorify them, without including their ostensible author…

Art is what is irresistible.

A witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power.