I Shall Be But A Shrimp Of

And Weep The More, Because I Weep In Vain.

To Each His Suff'rings: All Are Men, / Condemn'd Alike To Groan, / The Tender For Another's Pain; / Th' Unfeeling For His Own.

Ah, Tell Them They Are Men!

One Principal Characteristic Of Vice In The Present Age Is The Contempt Of Fame.

The Attic Warbler Pours Her Throat, Responsive To The Cuckoo's Note, The Untaught Harmony Of Spring.