Fair though you are as summer mornings, and your eyes more bright than stars that twinkle in a winter’s night. 572
I live not in myself, but I become portion of that around me; and to me high mountains are a feeling, but the hum of human cities torture. 1.81K
On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined. No sleep til morn, when youth and pleasure meet to chase the glowing hours with flying feet. 585
When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies. 602