Literary Men Are . .

Is There Another Life? Shall I Awake And Find All This A Dream? There Must Be We Cannot Be Created For This Sort Of Suffering.

But Let Me See Thee Stoop From Heaven On Wings That Fill The Sky With Silver Glitterings!

Failure Is In A Sense The Highway To Success, As Each Discovery Of What Is False Leads Us To Seek Earnestly After What Is True.

On A Lone Winter Evening, When The Frost Has Wrought A Silence.

The Days Of Peace And Slumberous Calm Are Fled.