"O, grief hath chang'd me since you saw me last, And careful hours with time's deform'd hand Have written strange defeatu..."

"A happier lot were mine, If I must lose thee, to go down to earth, For I shall have no hope when thou art gone,— Nothi..."

"O, brothers! let us leave the shame and sin Of taking vainly in a plaintive mood, The holy name of Grief—holy herein, ..."