My Mother Groaned, My Father Wept, Into

The World Of Imagination Is The World Of Eternity. It Is The Divine Bosom Into Which We Shall All Go After Death Of The Vegetative Body.

The Errors Of A Wise Man Make Your Rule Rather Than The Perfections Of A Fool.

When Sir Joshua Reynolds Died All Nature Was Degraded; The King Dropped A Tear In The Queen's Ear, And All His Pictures Faded.

And I Made A Rural Pen, And I Stained The Water Clear, And I Wrote My Happy Songs Every Child May Joy To Hear.

The Moon, Like A Flower In Heaven's High Bower, With Silent Delight Sits And Smiles On The Night.