Such Is The Fate Of

Liberty's In Every Blow! Let Us Do Or Die.

't Is Sweeter For Thee Despairing Than Aught In The World Beside,-jessy!

I Have A Hundred Times Wished That One Could Resign Life As An Officer Resigns A Commission.

But To See Her Was To Love Her, Love But Her, And Love Forever.

But Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread, You Seize The Flower, It's Bloom Is Shed; Or, Like The Snow-fall In The River, A Moment White, Then Melts Forever.