Fruit forced is never half so sweet / As that comes quite in season.

- Caroline Anne Southey

How happily, how happily, the flowers die away! / Oh! Could we but return to earth as easily as they.

- Caroline Anne Southey

After long absence, of return / To my dear home - Oh, happiness! / To lie in blissful consciousness / Of all around: The picture there - / The books …

- Caroline Anne Southey