Many A Time I Have Been Half

He Ne'er Is Crowned With Immortality Who Fears To Follow Where Airy Voices Lead.

I Love Your Hills And I Love Your Dales, And I Love Your Flocks A-bleating; But Oh, On The Heather To Lie Together, With Both Our Hearts A-beating!

There Was An Awful Rainbow Once In Heaven: We Know Her Woof, Her Texture; She Is Given In The Dull Catalogue Of Common Things. Philosophy Will Clip An Angel's Wings.

Whatever The Imagination Seizes As Beauty Must Be Truth -whether It Existed Before Or Not

Every Fresh Experience Points Out Some Form Of Error Which We Shall Afterwards Carefully Avoid.