Be Lowly Wise: Think Only What Concerns

I Fled, And Cry'd Out, Death; Hell Trembled At The Hideous Name, And Sigh'd From All Her Caves, And Back Resounded, Death.

Beholding The Bright Countenance Of Truth In The Quiet And Still Air Of Delightful Studies.

Darkness Now Rose, As Daylight Sunk, And Brought In Low'ring Night Her Shadowy Offspring.

Biochemically, Love Is Just Like Eating Large Amounts Of Chocolate.

As Children Gath'ring Pebbles On The Shore. Or If I Would Delight My Private Hours With Music Or With Poem, Where So Soon As In Our Native Language Can I Find That Solace?