So Sweet The Blush Of Bashfulness, E'en

But As To Women, Who Can Penetrate The Real Sufferings Of Their She Condition? Man's Very Sympathy With Their Estate Has Much Of Selfishness And More Suspicion. Their Love, Their Virtue, Beauty, Education, But Form Good Housekeepers, To Breed A Nation.

For What Were All These Country Patriots Born? To Hunt, And Vote, And Raise The Price Of Corn?

I Am Ashes Where Once I Was Fire.

Sorrow Preys Upon Its Solitude, And Nothing More Diverts It From Its Sad Visions Of The Other World Than Calling It At Moments Back To This. The Busy Have No Time For Tears.

This Quiet Sail Is As A Noiseless Wing To Waft Me From Distraction.