Awake, Arise Or Be For Ever Fall’n.

And Pomp, And Feast, And Revelry, With Mask, And Antique Pageantry, Such Sights As Youthful Poets Dream On Summer Eves By Haunted Stream.

And Feel That I Am Happier Than I Know.

Fame Is The Spur That The Clear Spirit Doth Raise. That Last Infirmity Of Noble Mind. To Scorn Delights, And Live Laborious Days.

Pleas'd Me, Long Choosing And Beginning Late.

Fairest Of Stars, Last In The Train Of Night, If Better Thou Belong Not To The Dawn.