Let Joy Be Unconfined.

When Falls The Coliseum, Rome Shall Fall; And When Rome Falls--the World.

Of All Tales 'tis The Saddest--and More Sad, Because It Makes Us Smile.

I Am Never Long, Even In The Society Of Her I Love, Without Yearning For The Company Of My Lamp And My Library.

What A Strange Thing Is Man! And What A Stranger Is Woman.

Oh! Snatched Away In Beauty's Bloom, On Thee Shall Press No Ponderous Tomb; But On Thy Turf Shall Roses Rear Their Leaves, The Earliest Of The Year.