New Customs, Though They Be Never So

Were It My Cue To Fight, I Should Have Known It Without A Prompter.

Sorrow, Like A Heavy Ringing Bell, Once Set On Ringing, With Its Own Weight Goes; Then Little Strength Rings Out The Doleful Knell.

So Shows A Snowy Dove Trooping With Crows As Yonder Lady O'er Her Fellows Shows.

I Have Drunk And Seen The Spider.

Their Savage Eyes Turned To A Modest Gaze By The Sweet Power Of Music.