She Is Happy Where She Lies With

Martyred Many Times Must Be Who Would Keep His Country Free.

The Young Are So Old, They Are Born With Their Fingers Crossed.

When You Are Corn And Roses And At Rest I Shall Endure, A Dense And Sanguine Ghost To Haunt The Scene Where I Was Happiest To Bend Above The Thing I Loved The Most

Please Give Me Some Good Advice In Your Next Letter. I Promise Not To Follow It.

After All My Erstwhile Dear, My No Longer Cherished; Need We Say It Was Not Love, Just Because It Perished?