I Shall Be But A Shrimp Of

Dear As The Light That Visits These Sad Eyes, Dear As The Ruddy Drops That Warm My Heart.

Rich With The Spoils Of Time.

In The Evening, I Walked Alone Down To The Lake By The Side Of Crow Park After Sunset And Saw The Solemn Coloring Of Night Draw On, The Last Gleam Of Sunshine Fading Away On The Hilltops, The Seep Serene Of The Asters, And The Long Shadows Of The Mountains Thrown Across Them, Till They Nearly Touched The Hithermost Shore. At Distance Hear The Murmur Of Many Waterfalls Not Audible In The Day-time. Wished For The Moon, But She Was Dark To Me And Silent, Hid In Her Vacant Interlunar Cave.

What Female Heart Can Gold Despise? What Cat 's Averse To Fish?

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