Last Night, I Was On

Tis Moonlight, Summer Moonlight, All Soft And Still And Fair; The Solemn Hour Of Midnight Breathes Sweet Thoughts Everywhere, But Most Where Trees Are Sending Their Breezy Boughs On High, Or Stooping Low Are Lending A Shelter From The Sky. And There In Those Wild Bowers A Lovely Form Is Laid; Green Grass And Dew-steeped Flowers Wave Gently Round Her Head.

You Have Left Me So Long To Struggle Against Death, Alone, That I Feel And See Only Death! I Feel Like Death!

No Coward Soul Is Mine, No Trembler In The World's Storm-troubled Sphere.

He... Was Attached By Ties Stronger Than Reason Could Break -- Chains, Forged By Habit, Which It Would Be Cruel To Attempt To Loosen.

Are You Acquainted With The Mood Of Mind In Which, If You Were Seated Alone, And The Cat Licking Its Kitten On The Rug Before You, You Would Watch The Operation So Intently That Puss's Neglect Of One Ear Would Put You Seriously Out Of Temper?