Romances Paint At Full Length People's Wooing.

I Would Rather Have A Nod From An American, Than A Snuff- Box From An Emperor.

Champagne With Its Foaming Whirls/as White As Cleopatra's Pearls.

He Scratched His Ear, The Infallible Resource To Which Embarrassed People Have Recourse.

I Only Go Out To Get Me A Fresh Appetite For Being Alone.

The Stars Are Forth, The Moon Above The Tops Of The Snow-shining Mountains--beautiful! I Linger Yet With Nature, For The Night Hath Been To Me A More Familiar Face Than That Of Man, And In Her Starry Shade Of Dim And Solitary Loveliness I Learned The Language Of Another World.