I Loved My Country, And

When We Two Parted In Silence And Tears, Half Broken-hearted, To Sever For Years.

Men Love In Haste, But They Detest At Leisure.

I Stood Among Them, But Not Of Them: In A Shroud Of Thoughts Which Were Not Their Thoughts.

The Cardinal Is At His Wit's End - It Is True That He Had Not Far To Go.

There Is A Tear For All Who Die, A Mourner O'er The Humblest Grave.