There Is A Harmony In Autumn, And

Rough Wind, The Moanest Loud Grief Too Sad For Song; Wild Wind, When Sullen Cloud Knells All The Night Long; Sad Storm, Whose Tears Are Vain, Bare Woods, Whose Branches Strain, Deep Caves And Dreary Main, Wail, For The World's Wrong!

Twin-sister Of Religion, Selfishness.

O Heart, And Mind, And Thoughts! What Thing Do You Hope To Inherit In The Grave Below?

A Husband And Wife Ought To Continue United So Long As They Love Each Other. Any Law Which Should Bind Them To Cohabitation For One Moment After The Decay Of Their Affection Would Be A Most Intolerable Tyranny, And The Most Unworthy Of Toleration.

Our Sweetest Songs Are Those That Tell Of Saddest Thought.