Go To Sleep In Peace. God Is

Promise To Give Me A Kiss On My Brow When I Am Dead.--i Shall Feel It.

The Wind Of Revolutions Is Not Tractable.

O Youth! Thou Often Tearest Thy Wings Against The Thorns Of Voluptuousness.

Lastly, This Threefold Poetry Flows From Three Great Sources - The Bible, Homer, Shakespeare.... The Bible Before The Iliad, The Iliad Before Shakespeare.

A Joyous Little Creature, So Beautiful, It Was As If A Gate Of Heaven Opened As She Came In.