I Saw Old Autumn In The Misty

There Are Three Things Which The Public Will Always Clamour For, Sooner Or Later; Namely: Novelty, Novelty, Novelty.

I Saw Old Autumn In The Misty Morn Stand Shadowless Like Silence, Listening To Silence, For No Lonely Bird Would Sing Into His Hollow Ear From Woods Forlorn, Nor Lowly Hedge Nor Solitary Thorn;- Shaking His Languid Locks All Dewy Bright With Tangled Gossamer That Fell By Night, Pearling His Coronet Of Golden Corn.

The Biggest Bore Of All Is He Who Is Overflowing With Congratulations

But Evil Is Wrought By Want Of Thought, As Well As Want Of Heart!

Oh! God! That Bread Should Be So Dear, And Flesh And Blood So Cheap!