Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee, Thou

It Was Not The Thorn Bending To The Honeysuckles, But The Honeysuckles Embracing The Thorn.

Terror Made Me Cruel.

I've Dreamt In My Life Dreams That Have Stayed With Me Ever After.

The Winter Wind Is Loud And Wild, Come Close To Me, My Darling Child; Forsake Thy Books, And Mate Less Play; And, While The Night Is Gathering Grey, We'll Talk Its Pensive Hours Away.

Proud People Breed Sad Sorrows For Themselves.