If Something Is Not Beautiful, It Is

Faded The Flower And All Its Budded Charms,faded The Sight Of Beauty From My Eyes,faded The Shape Of Beauty From My Arms,faded The Voice, Warmth, Whiteness, Paradise!vanishd Unseasonably

Can Death Be Sleep, When Life Is But A Dream, And Scenes Of Bliss Pass As A Phantom By? ---"on Death

A Drainless Shower Of Light Is Poesy: 'tis The Supreme Of Power; 'tis Might Half Slumbering On Its Own Right Arm.

I Never Can Feel Certain Of Any Truth, But From A Clear Perception Of Its Beauty.

Health Is The Greatest Of Blessings - With Health And Hope We Should Be Content To Live.