I Am As Comfortless As A Pilgrim

What Is Death, So It Be But Glorious? 'tis A Sunset; And Mortals May Be Happy To Resemble The Gods But In Decay.

I Am The Very Slave Of Circumstance And Impulse -- Borne Away With Every Breath!

I've Seen Your Stormy Seas And Stormy Women, And Pity Lovers Rather More Than Seamen.

Absence - That Common Cure Of Love.

But Mighty Nature Bounds As From Her Birth; The Sun Is In The Heavens, And Life On Earth: Flowers In The Valley, Splendor In The Beam, Health On The Gale, And Freshness In The Stream.