A Drop Of Ink May Make A

There's Music In The Sighing Of A Reed; There's Music In The Gushing Of A Rill; There's Music In All Things, If Men Had Ears; The Earth Is But The Music Of The Spheres.

Such Partings Break The Heart They Fondly Hope To Heal.

Of All The Horrid, Hideous Notes Of Woe, Sadder Than Owl-songs Or The Midnight Blast; Is That Portentous Phrase, "i Told You So.

I See Before Me The Gladiator Lie.

The Art Of Angling, The Cruelest, The Coldest And The Stupidest Of Pretended Sports.