Ah, they are of their insignificance so loftily unconscious.
Ah, I remember the night I was converted, as if it were yesterday.
Ah, how much is done in the night when we sleep and know nothing!
It was a strange group in the gray of the new morning—ah, indeed, a new morning for them!
Ah, could I have descended, could I have come down, ere he fled!
Ah, by my finger bones, there is my sweet Mary from the Priory Mill!
Ah, church-going is impossible; the nearest is too far off.'
I see the vista of my future, and—ah, little book, my eyes are dazzled!
Yet—ah, the point is not important; the tradespeople should not have trusted you.
Aftervard, v'en beauty is common as ugliness is now—ah, I do not know.
