How Frugal Is The Chariot That Bears

Old Age Comes On Suddenly, And Not Gradually As Is Thought.

I Had A Terror-since September -i Could Tell To None-and So I Sing, As The Boy Does By The Burying Ground-because I Am Afraid.

Beauty Is Not Caused, It Is; Chase It And It Ceases, Chase It Not And It Abides.

We Never Know We Go When We Are Going- We Jest And Shut The Door- Fate-following-behind Us Bolts It- And We Accost No More-.

I Died For Beauty--but Was Scarce Adjusted In The Tomb When One Who Died For Truth, Was Lain In An Adjoining Room