Made Poetry A Mere Mechanic Art.

Absence From Whom We Love Is Worse Than Death, And Frustrates Hope Severer Than Despair.

The Dogs Did Bark, The Children Screamed, Up Flew The Windows All; And Every Soul Bawled Out, Well Done! As Loud As He Could Bawl.

Tea - The Cups That Cheer But Not Inebriate.

The Things That Mount The Rostrum With A Skip, And Then Skip Down Again, Pronounce A Text, Cry Hem; And Reading What They Never Wrote Just Fifteen Minutes, Huddle Up Their Work, And With A Well-bred Whisper Close The Scene!

An Idler Is A Watch That Wants Both Hands; As Useless If It Goes As When It Stands.