Art Thou Not, Fatal Vision, Sensible To

Much Rain Wears The Marble.

No .... Holy Father, Throw Away That Thought. Believe Not That The Dribbling Dart Of Love Can Pierce A Complete Bosom.

The Gaudy, Blabbing, And Remorseful Day Is Crept Into The Bosom Of The Sea.

If They Love They Know Not Why, They Hate Upon No Better Ground, They Hate Upon No Better A Ground

Fair Thoughts And Happy Hours Attend On You.