He Ne'er Is Crowned With Immortality Who

But Were There Ever Any Writhed Not At Passed Joy?

I Don't Need The Stars In The Night I Found My Treasure All I Need Is You By My Side So Shine Forever

Dance And Provencal Song And Sunburnt Mirth! On For A Beaker Full Of The Warm South, Full Of The True, The Blushful Hippocrene! With Beaded Bubbles Winking At The Brim, And Purple-stained Mouth.

Where Soil Is, Men Grow, Whether To Weeds Or Flowers.

'tis The Witching Hour Of Night, Orbed Is The Moon And Bright. And The Stars They Glisten, Glisten, Seeming With Bright Eyes To Listen- For What Listen They?