Indeed, There Is An Eloquence In True

Leave My Loneliness Unbroken

Fill With Mingled Cream And Amber, I Will Drain That Glass Again. Such Hilarious Visions Clamber Through The Chamber Of My Brain — Quaintest Thoughts — Queerest Fancies Come To Life And Fade Away; What Care I How Time Advances? I Am Drinking Ale Today.

You Call It Hope-that Fire Of Fire! It Is But Agony Of Desire.

Even In The Grave, All Is Not Lost.

Experience Has Shown, And A True Philosophy Will Always Show, That A Vast, Perhaps The Larger Portion Of The Truth Arises From The Seemingly Irrelevant.