Meat Eaten Without Either Mirth Or Music

No Scene Of Mortal Life But Teems With Mortal Woe.

A Rusted Nail, Placed Near The Faithful Compass, Will Sway It From The Truth, And Wreck The Argosy.

To The Timid And Hesitating Everything Is Impossible Because It Seems So.

We Build Statues Out Of Snow, And Weep To See Them Melt.

In Listening Mood She Seemed To Stand, The Guardian Naiad Of The Strand.