Nor Grandeur Hear With A Disdainful Smile

Bright-eyed Fancy, Hov'ring O'er, Scatters From Her Pictured Urn Thoughts That Breathe And Words That Burn.

And Truth Severe, By Fairy Fiction Drest.

If The Best Man's Faults Were Written On His Forehead, He Would Draw His Hat Over His Eyes.

Where Once My Careless Childhood Strayed, / A Stranger Yet To Pain.

Full Many A Gem Of Purest Ray Serene, The Dark Unfathomed Caves Of Ocean Bear.