Sorrow's Faded Form, And Solitude Behind.

And Weep The More, Because I Weep In Vain.

One Principal Characteristic Of Vice In The Present Age Is The Contempt Of Fame.

Dear As The Light That Visits These Sad Eyes, Dear As The Ruddy Drops That Warm My Heart.

Ye Towers Of Julius, London's Lasting Shame, With Many A Foul And Midnight Murder Fed.

Visions Of Glory, Spare My Aching Sight! Ye Unborn Ages, Crowd Not On My Soul!