Is This A Vision? Is This A

O Horror! Horror! Horror! Tongue Nor Heart Cannot Conceive Nor Name Thee!

I Can Hardly Forbear Hurling Things At Him.

Bow, Stubborn Knees, And, Heart With Strings Of Steel, Be Soft As Sinews Of The New-born Babe. All Many Be Well.

As Good Luck Would Have It.

Death Is My Son-in-law, Death Is My Heir.