The Poppies Hung Dew-dabbled On Their Stalks.

Land And Sea, Weakness And Decline Are Great Separators, But Death Is The Great Divorcer For Ever.

He, Who Is Gone, Was One Of The Very Kindest Friends I Possessed, And Yet He Was Not Kinder Perhaps To Me, Than To Others. His Intense Mind And Powerful Feelings Would, I Truly Believe, Have Done The World Some Service, Had His Life Been Spared But He Was Of Too Sensitive A Nature And Thus He Was Destroyed!

For Axioms In Philosophy Are Not Axioms Until They Are Proved Upon Our Pulses.

Fast Fading Violets Cover'd Up In Leaves; And Mid-may's Eldest Child, The Coming Musk-rose, Full Of Dewy Wine, The Murmurous Haunt Of Flies On Summer Eves.

She Hurried At His Words, Beset With Fears, For There Were Sleeping Dragons All Around.