Man Marks The Earth With Ruin -

O Fame! If I Ever Took Delight In Thy Praises, Twas Less For The Sake Of Thy High-sounding Phrases, Than To See The Bright Eyes Of The Dear One Discover The Thought That I Was Not Unworthy To Love Her.

Religion-freedom-vengeance-what You Will, A Word's Enough To Raise Mankind To Kill.

How Sweet And Soothing Is This Hour Of Calm! I Thank Thee, Night! For Thou Has Chased Away These Horrid Bodements Which, Amidst The Throng, I Could Not Dissipate; And With The Blessing Of Thy Benign And Quiet Influence Now Will I To My Couch, Although To Rest Is Almost Wronging Such A Night As This.

A Little Still She Strove, And Much Repented, And Whispering “i Will Ne'er Consent”—consented.

And I Would Hear Yet Once Before I Perish The Voice Which Was My Music... Speak To Me!