I Only Know We Loved In Vain;

The Devil Was The First Democrat

The Reading Or Non-reading A Book Will Never Keep Down A Single Petticoat.

Sorrow Preys Upon Its Solitude, And Nothing More Diverts It From Its Sad Visions Of The Other World Than Calling It At Moments Back To This. The Busy Have No Time For Tears.

Talent May Be In Time Forgiven, But Genius Never

The Cold, The Changed, Perchance The Dead, Anew, The Mourn'd, The Loved, The Lost,-too Many, Yet How Few!