Jealousy Dislikes The World To

This Quiet Sail Is As A Noiseless Wing To Waft Me From Distraction.

I Have Not Loved The World, Nor The World Me.

So Bright The Tear In Beauty's Eye, Love Half Regrets To Kiss It Dry.

The Sight Of Blood To Crowds Begets The Thirst Of More, As The First Wine-cup Leads To The Long Revel.

Despair And Genius Are Too Oft Connected