Avaunt, You Cullions!

I Have Full Cause Of Weeping, But This Heart Shall Break Into A Hundred Thousand Flaws Or Ere I'll Weep.

A Sympathy In Choice.

Women May Fail When There Is No Strength In Man

The Fringed Curtains Of Thine Eye Advance, And Say What Thou Seest Yond.

The Gray-eyed Morn Smiles On The Frowning Night, Checkering The Eastern Clouds With Streaks Of Light.