I Understand That Most Ladies Tend To

The Entire World Is A Collection Of Memoranda That She Did Exist, And That I Have Lost Her.

Proud People Breed Sad Sorrows For Themselves.

I Gave Him My Heart, And He Took And Pinched It To Death; And Flung It Back To Me. People Feel With Their Hearts, Ellen, And Since He Has Destroyed Mine, I Have Not Power To Feel For Him.

The Winter Wind Is Loud And Wild, Come Close To Me, My Darling Child; Forsake Thy Books, And Mate Less Play; And, While The Night Is Gathering Grey, We'll Talk Its Pensive Hours Away.

It Was Not The Thorn Bending To The Honeysuckles, But The Honeysuckles Embracing The Thorn.