My Fears Are Agitated To An Extreme

Still, I Have Been No One's Enemy But My Own. My Easy Nature, Either In Drinking Or Anything Else, Was Always Ready To Submit To Persuasions Of Profligate Companions, Who Often Led Me Into Snares.

Ah, Words Are Poor Receipts For What Time Hath Stole Away.

Old Noted Oak! I Saw Thee In A Mood Of Vague Indifference; And Yet With Me Thy Memory, Like Thy Fate, Hath Lingering Stood For Years, Thou Hermit, In The Lonely Sea Of Grass That Waves Around Thee!

I Long For Scenes Where Man Has Never Trod;... There To Abide With My Creator, God.

When Trouble Haunts Me, Need I Sigh?no, Rather Smile Away Despair