VALMOND CAME TO PONTIAC, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#30][gp30w10.txt]6103
Her sight was bounded by the little field where she strayed
I was never good at catechism
The blind tyranny of the just
Visions of the artistic temperament—delight and curse
VALMOND CAME TO PONTIAC, by G. Parker, v3 [GP#31][gp31w10.txt]6104
Vanity is the bane of mankind
You cannot live long enough to atone for that impertinence
VALMOND TO PONTIAC, by Parker, Complete [GP#32][gp32w10.txt]6105
Conquest not important enough to satisfy ambition
Face flushed with a sort of pleasurable defiance
Her sight was bounded by the little field where she strayed
I was never good at catechism
The blind tyranny of the just
Touch of the fantastic, of the barbaric, in all genius
Vanity is the bane of mankind
Visions of the artistic temperament—delight and curse
We are only children till we begin to make our dreams our life
You cannot live long enough to atone for that impertinence
THE TRAIL OF THE SWORD, by G. Parker, v1 [GP#33][gp33w10.txt]6106
Love, too, is a game, and needs playing
To die without whining
THE TRAIL OF THE SWORD, by G. Parker, v2 [GP#34][gp34w10.txt]6107
Often called an invention of the devil (Violin)