What Deep Wounds Ever Closed

Nor All That Heralds Rake From Coffin'd Clay, Nor Florid Prose, Nor Honied Lies Of Rhyme, Can Blazon Evil Deeds, Or Consecrate A Crime.

No Ear Can Hear Nor Tongue Can Tell The Tortures Of The Inward Hell!

Tis Said That Persons Living On Annuities Are Longer Lived Than Others.

Better To Sink Beneath The Shock Than Moulder Piecemeal On The Rock!

The Castled Crag Of Drachenfels, Frowns O'er The Wide And Winding Rhine, Whose Breast Of Waters Broadly Swells Between The Banks Which Bear The Vine, And Hills All Rich With Blossom'd Trees, And Fields Which Promise Corn And Wine, And Scatter'd Cities Crowning These, Whose Far White Walls Along Them Shine.