Father Of Light! Great God Of Heaven!

The Reading Or Non-reading A Book Will Never Keep Down A Single Petticoat.

All Who Joy Would Win Must Share It. Happiness Was Born A Twin.

The Bright Sun Was Extinguish'd, And The Stars Did Wander Darkling In The Eternal Space.

I Had A Dream, Which Was Not At All A Dream.

I Have Seen A Thousand Graves Opened, And Always Perceived That Whatever Was Gone, The Teeth And Hair Remained Of Those Who Had Died With Them. Is Not This Odd? They Go The Very First Things In Youth And Yet Last The Longest In The Dust.