Better To Sink Beneath The Shock Than

Ah, Happy Years! Once More Who Would Not Be A Boy?

Eternal Spirit Of The Chainless Mind! Brightest In Dungeons, Liberty! Thou Art, For There Thy Habitation Is The Heart-- The Heart Which Love Of Thee Alone Can Bind; And When Thy Sons To Fetters Are Consign'd-- To Fetters And Damp Vault's Dayless Gloom, Their Country Conquers With Their Martyrdom.

I Awoke One Morning And Found Myself Famous.

Sleep Hath Its Own World, And The Wide Realm Of Wild Reality.

A Legal Broom's A Moral Chimney-sweeper, And That's The Reason He Himself's So Dirty