As Long As I Retain My Feeling

The Dome Of Thought, The Palace Of The Soul.

If Ancient Tales Say True, Nor Wrong These Holy Men.

There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods, There Is Rapture In The Lonely Shore, There Is Society Where None Intrudes, By The Deep Sea, And Music In Its Roar; I Love Not Man The Less, But Nature More.

Sweet Is Revenge-especially To Women.

Know Ye Not Who Would Be Free Themselves Must Strike The Blow? By Their Right Arms The Conquest Must Be Wrought?