Is Death The Last Sleep?

If A Faultless Poem Could Be Produced, I Am Satisfied It Would Tire The Critics Themselves; And Annoy The Whole Reading World With The Spleen.

Stood For His Country's Glory Fast, And Nailed Her Colors To The Mast!

He That Climbs A Ladder Must Begin At The First Round.

Literature Is A Great Staff, But A Very Sorry Crutch.

Mystery Has Great Charms For Womanhood.