Smiling The Boy Fell Dead.

Strike When Thou Wilt, The Hour Of Rest, But Let My Last Days Be My Best.

I Dare Not So Honor My Mere Wishes And Prayers As To Put Them For A Moment Beside Your Noble Acts; But This Know, I Would Rather Submit To The Worst Of Deaths, So Far As Pain Goes, Than Have A Single Dog Or Cat Tortured On The Pretence Of Sparing Me A Twinge Or Two.

The Moment Eternal - Just That And No More - When Ecstasy's Utmost We Clutch At The Core While Cheeks Burn, Arms Open, Eyes Shut, And Lips Meet!

The World And Life's Too Big To Pass For A Dream

Hatred And Cark And Care, What Place Have They / In Yon Blue Liberality Of Heaven?.