Pensive They Sit, And Roll Their Languid

My Chest Of Books Divide Amongst My Friends.

It Appears To Me That Almost Any Man May Like The Spider Spin From His Own Inwards His Own Airy Citadel.

O Fret Not After Knowledge - I Have None, And Yet My Song Comes Native With The Warmth. O Fret Not After Knowledge - I Have None, And Yet The Evening Listens.

I Have Met With Women Whom I Really Think Would Like To Be Married To A Poem And To Be Given Away By A Novel.

What Is There In Thee, Moon! That Thou Should'st Move My Heart So Potently?