Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of >>
Give me books, fruit, French wine and fine weather and a little music >>
Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of be >>
O fret not after knowledge -- I have none, and yet my song comes nativ >>
A turkey is more occult and awful than all the angels and archangels. >>
Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of th >>
O fret not after knowledge -- I have none, and yet my song comes native with the warmth. O fret not after knowledge -- I have none, and yet the Evening listens.