Thrice the Brinded Cat Hath Mew’d
As Chimney Sweepers Come to Dust
The Dead in Their Vaulted Arches
The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie
A Red Herring Without Mustard
The Weed That Strings the Hangman’s Bag
I Am Half-Sick of Shadows
Speaking from Among the Bones
The Curious Case of the Copper Corpse