For Life, With All Its

It Is The Glory And Good Of Art, That Art Remains The One Way Possible Of Speaking Truth, To Mouths Like Mine At Least.

Truth That Peeps Over The Glass's Edge When Dinner's Done.

Open My Heart, And You Will See Graved Inside Of It ‘italy.'

O Woman-country! Wooed Not Wed, Loved All The More By Earth's Male-lands, Laid To Their Hearts Instead.

Women Hate A Debt As Men A Gift.