And Many An Ante-natal Tomb Where Butterflies

Men Of England, Wherefore Plough For The Lords Who Lay You Low?

Men Must Reap The Things They Sow, Force From Force Must Ever Flow.

Revenge Is The Naked Idol Of The Worship Of A Semi-barbarous Age.

Away, Away, From Men And Towns, To The Wild Wood And The Downs, - To The Silent Wilderness, Where The Soul Need Not Repress Its Music.

Kiss Me, So Long But As A Kiss May Last!