"And when my own Mark Antony Against young Cæsar strove, And Rome's whole world was set in arms, The cause was,—all fo..."

"The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie, For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary..."

"Love, as is told by the seers of old, Comes as a butterfly tipped with gold, Flutters and flies in sunlit skies, Weaving..."