A Sight To Dream Of, Not To

A Grief Without A Pang, Void, Dark And Drear, A Drowsy, Stifled, Unimpassioned Grief, Which Finds No Natural Outlet Or Relief, In Word, Or Sigh, Or Tear.

Those Who Best Know Human Nature Will Acknowledge Most Fully What A Strength Light Hearted Nonsense Give To A Hard Working Man

About, About, In Reel And Rout The Death Fires Danced At Night.

Poetry Has Been To Me Its Own Exceeding Great Reward; It Has Given Me The Habit Of Wishing To Discover The Good And Beautiful In All That Meets And Surrounds Me.

The Present System Of Taking Oaths Is Horrible. It Is Awfully Absurd To Make A Man Invoke God's Wrath Upon Himself, If He Speaks False; It Is, In My Judgment, A Sin To Do So.