And Gain Is Gain, However Small.

Heart, Fear Nothing, For, Heart, Thou Shalt Find Her- Next Time, Herself!-not The Trouble Behind Her

How Good Is Life, The Mere Living!

Every One Soon Or Late Comes Round By Rome.

O Lyric Love, Half Angel And Half Bird. And All A Wonder And A Wild Desire.

The Sad Rhyme Of The Men Who Proudly Clung To Their First Fault, And Withered In Their Pride.