Lost, Lost! One Moment Knelled The Woe

Night Conceals A World But Reveals A Universe.

Can We Love But On Condition That The Thing We Love Must Die?

Smiling The Boy Fell Dead.

Again The Cousin's Whistle! Go, My Love.

A Pretty Woman's Worth Some Pains To See, Nor Is She Spoiled, I Take It, If A Crown Completes The Forehead Pale And Tresses Pure.