But to see her was to love her,
Love but her, and love forever.

“Critics! Appalled I ventured on the name.Those cutthroat bandits in the paths o…”

“But pleasures are like poppies spread,You seize the flower, it's bloom is shed;…”

“Before the morn ye'll work mischief:''Indeed will I,'' quo' Findlay.-Ти май си …”

“My love is like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June: My love is like th…”