When A Dog Is In Your Life,

Yet, In These Autumn Days When Nature Expires, Here, In These Veiled Scenes, I Find More Attractions; It Is A Friend's Sad Goodbye; It Is The Last Smile From Lips That Death Is Going To Close Forever!

Republicanism And Ignorance Are In Bitter Antagonism.

Poetry Is The Morning Dream Of Great Minds.

Man, Man, Is Thy Brother, And Thy Father Is God.

What Mortal Is There, Over Whose First Joys And Happiness Does Not Break Some Storm, Dispelling With Its Icy Breath His Fanciful Illusions, And Shattering His Altar?