Land And Sea, Weakness And Decline Are

She Press'd His Hand In Slumber; So Once More He Could Not Help But Kiss Her And Adore.

On A Lone Winter Evening, When The Frost Has Wrought A Silence.

Wine Is Only Sweet To Happy Men.

Are There Not Thousands In The World Who Love Their Fellows Even To The Death, Who Feel The Giant Agony Of The World, And More, Like Slaves To Poor Humanity, Labor For Mortal Good?

I Cannot Exist Without You. I Am Forgetful Of Everything But Seeing You Again.