Tis Unpleasant To Meet A Beggar. It

We Grow Gray In Our Spirit Long Before We Grow Gray In Our Hair.

I Like You And Your Book, Ingenious Hone! In Whose Capacious All-embracing Leaves The Very Marrow Of Tradition 's Shown; And All That History, Much That Fiction Weaves.

I Could Never Hate Anyone I Knew.

Of All Sound Of All Bells... Most Solemn And Touching Is The Peal Which Rings Out The Old Year.

She Unbent Her Mind Afterwards - Over A Book.