This Is To Be Along; This, This

Mark! Where His Carnage And His Conquests Cease, He Makes A Solitude And Calls It-peace!

They Never Fail Who Die In A Great Cause.

I Feel My Immortality Over Sweep All Pains, All Tears, All Time, All Fears, - And Peal, Like The Eternal Thunders Of The Deep, Into My Ears, This Truth, - Thou Livest Forever!

Critics Are Already Made.

You Should Have A Softer Pillow Than My Heart.