And You Dropt, Lost, When

Anger As Soon As Fed Is Dead- 'tis Starving Makes It Fat.

Other Courtesies Have Been - Other Courtesy May Be - We Commend Ourselves To Thee Paragon Of Chivalry.

Endow The Living - With The Tears - You Squander On The Dead.

They Address An Eclipse Every Morning, Whom They Call Their "father."

I Dwell In Possibility A Fairer House Than Prose More Numerous Of Windows Superior — For Doors.