Have Not All Past Human Beings Parted,

A Change Came O'er The Spirit Of My Dream.

You Should Have A Softer Pillow Than My Heart.

'tis Solitude Should Teach Us How To Die; It Hath No Flatterers; Vanity Can Give, No Hollow Aid; Alone - Man With God Must Strive.

Good But Rarely Came From Good Advice.

So Bright The Tear In Beauty's Eye, Love Half Regrets To Kiss It Dry.