The Fairies Break Their Dances And Leave

Some Men Are More Interesting Than Their Books But My Book Is More Interesting Than Its Man.

They Say My Verse Is Sad: No Wonder; Its Narrow Measure Spans Tears Of Eternity, And Sorrow, Not Mine. But Man's.

When The Journey's Over/there'll Be Time Enough To Sleep.

I Find Cambridge An Asylum, In Every Sense Of The Word.

Life, To Be Sure, Is Nothing Much To Lose, But Young Men Think It Is, And We Were Young.