A Schoolboy's Tale, The Wonder Of An

And Life 's Enchanted Cup But Sparkles Near The Brim.

So Do The Dark In Soul Expire, Or Live Like Scorpion Girt By Fire; So Writhes The Mind Remorse Hath Riven, Unfit For Earth, Undoom'd For Heaven, Darkness Above, Despair Beneath, Around It Flame, Within It Death.

I Had A Dream, Which Was Not At All A Dream.

There Is No Instinct Like That Of The Heart.

Kill A Man's Family, And He May Brook It, But Keep Your Hands Out Of His Breeches' Pocket.