Despair And Genius Are Too Oft Connected

Dreading That Climax Of All Human Ills The Inflammation Of His Weekly Bills.

If From Society We Learn To Live, Solitude Should Teach Us How To Die.

Damn Description, It Is Always Disgusting.

And Mocha's Berry, From Arabia Pure, In Small Fine China Cups, Came In At Last. Gold Cups Of Filigree, Made To Secure The Hand From Burning, Underneath Them Place. Cloves, Cinnamon And Saffron, Too, Were Boiled Up With The Coffee, Which, I Think, They Spoiled.

My Native Land, Good Night!