Whose Lines Are Mottoes Of The Heart,whose

An Original Something, Dear Maid, You Would Wish Me To Write; But How Shall I Begin? For I'm Sure I Have Not Original In Me, Excepting Original Sin.

I'll Meet The Raging Of The Skies, But Not An Angry Father.

A Stoic Of The Woods,--a Man Without A Tear.

The Proud, The Cold Untroubled Heart Of Stone, That Never Mused On Sorrow But Its Own.

Who Hail Thee, Man! The Pilgrim Of The Day, Spouse Of The Worm, And Brother Of The Clay.