Nonsense, Do You Imagine He Has Thought

I Got The Sexton, Who Was Digging Linton's Grave, To Remove The Earth Off Her Coffin Lid, And I Opened It. I Thought, Once, I Would Have Stayed There, When I Saw Her Face Again - It Is Hers Yet - He Had Hard Work To Stir Me; But He Said It Would Change, If The Air Blew On It.

I Cannot Love Thee; Thou 'rt Worse Than Thy Brother. Go, Say Thy Prayers, Child, And Ask God's Pardon. I Doubt Thy Mother And I Must Rue That We Ever Reared Thee!

Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of, His And Mine Are The Same.

And From The Midst Of Cheerless Gloom I Passed To Bright Unclouded Day.

A Person Who Has Not Done One Half His Day's Work By Ten O Clock, Runs A Chance Of Leaving The Other Half Undone.