"Dame Mélancolie", en robe de brocart/Se promenait au bord de l'antique terrasse..."

"Of the truths which come (if any do) with middle age, is the gradual recognition that in one’s friendly intercourse the essential the—one thing needful—is not what people say, but what they think and feel."

"Sweet Memory ! ever smile on me/Nature’s chief beauties spring from thee"