And Shade The Violets, That They May

Already With Thee! Tender Is The Night. . . But Here There Is No Light. . .

He Ne'er Is Crowned With Immortality Who Fears To Follow Where Airy Voices Lead.

To Sorrow I Bade Good-morrow, And Thought To Leave Her Far Away Behind; But Cheerly, Cheerly, She Loves Me Dearly: She Is So Constant To Me, And So Kind.

My Love Is Selfish. I Cannot Breathe Without You.

On A Lone Winter Evening, When The Frost Has Wrought A Silence.