The Sickening Pang Of Hope Deferr'd.

Cats Are A Mysterious Kind Of Folk.

I Envy Thee Not Thy Faith, Which Is Ever In Thy Mouth But Never In Thy Heart Nor In Thy Practice

Vacant Heart, And Hand, And Eye, Easy Live And Quiet Die.

In Prosperous Times I Have Sometimes Felt My Fancy And Powers Of Language Flag, But Adversity Is To Me At Least A Tonic And Bracer.

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