Earth Felt The Wound; And Nature From

Sweet Intercourse Of Looks And Smiles; For Smiles From Reason Flow.

Retiring From The Popular Noise, I Seek This Unfrequented Place To Find Some Ease.

The Redundant Locks, Robustious To No Purpose, Clustering Down--vast Monument Of Strength.

Fame Is No Plant That Grows On Mortal Soil.

So Sinks The Day-star In The Ocean Bed, And Yet Anon Repairs His Drooping Head, And Tricks His Beams, And With New-spangled Ore Flames In The Forehead Of The Morning Sky.