I Kissed Thee Ere I Killed Thee.

The Undeserver May Sleep When The Man Of Action Is Called On.

I Love You More Than Word Can Wield The Matter, Dearer Than Eye-sight, Space And Liberty

Use Almost Can Change The Stamp Of Nature.

Had It Pleas'd Heaven To Try Me With Affliction * * * I Should Have Found In Some Place Of My Soul A Drop Of Patience.

Give Sorrow Words; The Grief That Does Not Speak Knits Up The O-er Wrought Heart And Bids It Break.