DEAL so plainly with man and woman as to constrain the utmost sincerity and destroy all hope of trifling with you. THE heart refuses to be imprisoned: in its first and narrowest pulses it already tends outward with a vast force and to immense and innumerable expansions. A BEAUTY not ex plicable is dearer than a beauty which we can see to the end of. on an SOME stars.... old rag of bunting .... at the ends of the earth, shall make the blood tingle. The people fancy they hate poetry, and they are all poets and mystics. |