Champagne With Its Foaming Whirls/as White As

Exhausting Thought, And Hiving Wisdom With Each Studious Year.

I Should Be Very Willing To Redress Men Wrongs, And Rather Check Than Punish Crimes, Had Not Cervantes, In That All Too True Tale Of Quixote, Shown How All Such Efforts Fail.

There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods.

In Solitude, Where We Are Least Alone.

I Am The Very Slave Of Circumstance And Impulse Borne Away With Every Breath! Misplaced Upon The Throne Misplaced In Life. I Know Not What I Could Have Been, But Feel I Am Not What I Should Be Let It End.