A heap of epithets is poor praise: the praise lies in the facts, and i >>
The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love. >>
You may drive a dog off the King's armchair, and it will climb into th >>
The death of a dear friend, wife, brother, lover, which seemed nothing >>
Grief that is dazed and speechless is out of fashion: the modern woman >>
They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, that all of thee we loved and cheri >>
Grief that is dazed and speechless is out of fashion: the modern woman mourns her husband loudly and tells you the whole story of his death, which distresses her so much that she forgets not the slightest detail about it.