I love vast libraries; yet there is a doubt, If one be better with them or without,-- Unless he use them wisely, and, indeed, Knows the high art of what and how to read.

'Tis well to borrow from the good and the great; 'Tis wise to learn: 'tis God-like to create!

But her voice is still living immortal, The same you have frequently heard, In your rambles in valleys and forests, Repeating your ultimate word.

A very man--not one of nature's clods-- With human failings, whether saint or sinner: Endowed perhaps with genius from the gods But apt to take his temper from his dinner.

Nay, tarry a moment, my charming girl; Here is a jewel of gold and pearl; A beautiful cross it is I ween As ever on beauty's breast was seen; There's nothing at all but love to pay; Take it and wear it, but only stay! Ah! Sir Hunter, what excellent taste! I'm not--in such--particular--haste.

I will touch My mouth unto the leaves, caressingly; And so wilt thou. Thus, from these lips of mine My message will go kissingly to thine, With more than Fancy's load of luxury, And prove a true love-letter.