My Boat Is On The Shore, And

The Poetry Of Speech.

I Deny Nothing, But Doubt Everything.

Oh! Too Convincing--dangerously Dear-- In Woman's Eye The Unanswerable Tear! That Weapon Of Her Weakness She Can Wield, To Save, Subdue--at Once Her Spear And Shield.

If Ancient Tales Say True, Nor Wrong These Holy Men.

A Thirst For Gold, The Beggar's Vice, Which Can But Overwhelm The Meanest Hearts.