November's Sky Is Chill And Drear, November's

Time Rolls His Ceaseless Course.

Besides, Rose Bradwardine, Beautiful And Amiable As We Have Described Her, Had Not Precisely The Sort Of Beauty Or Merit Which Captivates A Romantic Imagination In Early Youth. She Was Too Frank, Too Confiding, Too Kind; Amiable Qualities, Undoubtedly, But Destructive Of The Marvellous, With Which A Youth Of Imagination Delights To Dress The Empress Of His Affections.

I Will Tear This Folly From My Heart, Though Every Fibre Bleed As I Rend It Away!

Come One, Come All! This Rock Shall Fly From Its Firm Base, As Soon As I.

Do Not Christians And Heathens, And Jews And Gentiles, And Poets And Philosophers, Unite In Allowing The Starry Influences?