Tis Sweet To Listen As The Night

Smiles Form The Channels Of A Future Tear.

I Learned To Love Despair.

I Really Cannot Know Whether I Am Or Am Not The Genius You Are Pleased To Call Me, But I Am Very Willing To Put Up With The Mistake, If It Be One.

A Timid Mind Is Apt To Mistake Every Scratch For A Mortal Wound.

Then Rose From Sea To Sky The Wild Farewell Then Shriek'd The Timid, And Stood Still The Brave, Then Some Leap'd Overboard With Fearful Yell, As Eager To Anticipate Their Grave.