None But Yourself Who Are Your Greatest

The Love Of Learning, The Sequestered Nooks, And All The Sweet Serenity Of Books.

All That Is Best In The Great Poets Of All Countries Is Not What Is National In Them, But What Is Universal.

Take Them, O Death! And Bear Away Whatever Thou Canst Call Thine Own! Thine Image, Stamped Upon This Clay, Doth Give Thee That, But That Alone!

Tell Me Not, In Mournful Numbers, Life Is But An Empty Dream!

The True Poet Is A Friendly Man. He Takes To His Arms Even Cold And Inanimate Things, And Rejoices In His Heart.