The things of which we want the proof are those we know the best.

Within thy Grave! Oh no, but on some other flight - Thou only camest to mankind To rend it with Good night

I see thee better in the dark I do not need a light.

Time is short and full, like an outgrown Frock - .

Pain has an element of blank

To lose what we have never owned might seem an eccentric bereavement, but Presumption has its own affliction as well as claim.

How frugal is the chariot that bears a human soul.