A legal broom's a moral chimney-sweeper, And that's the reason he himself's so dirty

Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.

Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.

I cannot help thinking that the menace of Hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes of inhuman humanity make villains.

Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shore, All ashes to the taste.

And the commencement of atonement is the sense of its necessity.

The mellow autumn came, and with it came The promised party, to enjoy its sweets. The corn is cut, the manor full of game; The pointer ranges, and the sportsman beats In russet jacket;--lynx-like is his aim; Full grows his bag, and wonderful his feats. An, nutbrown partridges! An, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants.