'Tis very warm weather when one's in bed.

And surely one of the best rules in conversation is, never to say a thing which any of the company can reasonably wish had been left unsaid:

We are so fond of one another, because our ailments are the same.

There are few, very few, that will own themselves in a mistake, though all the World sees them to be in downright nonsense.

In this dim world of clouding cares, We rarely know, till wildered eyes See white wings lessening up the skies, The angels with us unawares.

Come, blessed Darkness, come and bring thy balm For eyes grown weary of the garish day! Come with thy soft, slow steps, thy garments gray, Thy veiling shadows,…

When she had done her work, she would go over to the chimney corner, and sit among the cinders.