Oh Would I Were Dead Now, Or

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.

When Eve Upon The First Of Men The Apple Press'd With Specious Cant, Oh! What A Thousand Pities Then That Adam Was Not Adamant!

O Bed! O Bed! Delicious Bed! That Heaven Upon Earth To The Weary Head.

There Is A Silence Where Hath Been No Sound, There Is A Silence Where No Sound May Be,- In The Cold Grave, Under The Deep, Deep Sea, Or In The Wide Desert Where No Life Is Found.