A Stately Pleasure-dome Decree.

Ancestral Voices Prophesying War.

There Is Nothing Insignificant-nothing.

Life Went A-maying With Nature, Hope, And Poesy, When I Was Young!

We Should Manage Our Thoughts As Shepherds Do Their Flowers In Making A Garland: First, Select The Choicest, And Then Dispose Them In The Most Proper Places, That Every One May Reflect A Part Of Its Color And Brightness On The Next.

An Orphan's Curse Would Drag To Hell, A Spirit From On High; But Oh! More Horrible Than That, Is A Curse In A Dead Man's Eye!