Vain Are The Thousand Creeds That Move

You Know That I Could As Soon Forget You As My Existence!

I Will Walk Where My Own Nature Would Be Leading.

Cathy, This Lamb Of Yours Threatens Like A Bull!' He Said. 'it Is In Danger Of Splitting Its Skull Against My Knuckles. By God! Mr. Linton, I'm Mortally Sorry That You Are Not Worth Knocking Down!

The Winter Wind Is Loud And Wild, Come Close To Me, My Darling Child; Forsake Thy Books, And Mate Less Play; And, While The Night Is Gathering Grey, We'll Talk Its Pensive Hours Away.

Sweet Love Of Youth, Forgive, If I Forget Thee, While The World's Tide Is Bearing Me Along; Sterner Desires And Darker Hopes Beset Me, Hopes Which Obscure, But Cannot Do Thee Wrong.