Death is the tyrant of the imagination. – Barry Cornwall
Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne. – Barry Cornwall

Death is the tyrant of the imagination. – Barry Cornwall
Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne. – Barry Cornwall
O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee! – Barry Cornwall
And so, Reader, (for it is time to have done with guessing) would I bid you conquer in your warfare against your four great enemies, the world, the devil, the flesh, and above all, that obstinate and perverse self-will, unaided by which the other three would be comparatively powerless. – Augustus William Hare and Julius Charles Hare, Guesses at Truth, by Two Brothers