Void Of Freedom, What Would Virtue Be?

Grief Knits Two Hearts In Closer Bonds Than Happiness Ever Can; And Common Sufferings Are Far Stronger Links Than Common Joys.

Death, With Funereal Shades In Vain Surrounds Me, My Reason Through His Darkness Seeth Light: 'tis The Last Step Which Brings Me Close To Thee: 'tis The Veil Falling, 'twixt Thy Face And Mine.

Poetry Has Been The Guardian Angel Of Humanity In All Ages.

It Is For Truth That God Created Genius.

Newspapers Will Ultimately Engross All Literature.