How happily, how happily, the flowers die away! / Oh! Could we but return to earth as easily as they. — Caroline Anne Southey Death Copy Share Image
After long absence, of return / To my dear home - Oh, happiness! / To lie in blissful consciousness / Of all… — Caroline Anne Southey Absence Copy Share Image
Fruit forced is never half so sweet / As that comes quite in season. — Caroline Anne Southey Force Copy Share Image
