But Let Me See Thee Stoop From

Beauty Is Truth, Truth Beauty,-that Is All Ye Know On Earth, And All Ye Need To Know.

The Silver, Snarling Trumpets 'gan To Chide.

Dry Your Eyes O Dry Your Eyes, For I Was Taught In Paradise To Ease My Breast Of Melodies.

I Never Was In Love - Yet The Voice And The Shape Of A Woman Has Haunted Me These Two Days.

The World Is Too Brutal For Me-i Am Glad There Is Such A Thing As The Grave-i Am Sure I Shall Never Have Any Rest Till I Get There.