Oh Stay! Oh Stay! Joy

Oh For A Tongue To Curse The Slave Whose Treason, Like A Deadly Blight, Comes O'er The Councils Of The Brave, And Blasts Them In Their Hour Of Might!

He Has Left Off Reading Altogether, To The Great Improvement Of His Originality.

As Half In Shade And Half In Sun This World Along Its Path Advances, May That Side The Sun 's Upon Be All That E'er Shall Meet Thy Glances!

The Vices Of Some Men Are Magnificent.

How Sickness Enlarges The Dimension Of A Man’s Self To Himself!