My Imagination Is A Monastery And I

A Man's Life Of Any Worth Is A Continual Allegory.

When Old Age Shall This Generation Waste, Thou Shalt Remain, In Midst Of Other Woe Than Ours, A Friend To Man, To Whom Thou Say'st, "beauty Is Truth, Truth Beauty," - That Is All Ye Know On Earth, And All Ye Need To Know.

The Imagination May Be Compared To Adam's Dream-he Awoke And Found It Truth.

The Feel Of Not To Feel It, When There Is None To Heal It Nor Numbed Sense To Steel It.

It Can Be Said Of Him, When He Departed He Took A Man's Life With Him. No Sounder Piece Of British Manhood Was Put Together In That Eighteenth Century Of Time.