How delicious is the winning of a kiss at love's beginning.
Coming events cast their shadows before.
Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
To live in hearts we leave behind, Is not to die.
Truth ever lovely - since the world began, The foe of tyrants, and the friend of man.
What millions died - that Caesar might be great!
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.
An original something, dear maid, you would wish me to write; but how shall I begin? For I'm sure I have not original in me, Excepting Original Sin.
I'll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father.
