Nothing Is Finer For The Purposes Of

She Press'd His Hand In Slumber; So Once More He Could Not Help But Kiss Her And Adore.

She Hurried At His Words, Beset With Fears, For There Were Sleeping Dragons All Around.

The Poppies Hung Dew-dabbled On Their Stalks.

Severn - I - Lift Me Up - I Am Dying - I Shall Die Easy; Don't Be Frightened - Be Firm, And Thank God It Has Come.

No Sooner Had I Stepp'd Into These Pleasures Than I Began To Think Of Rhymes And Measures: The Air That Floated By Me Seem'd To Say 'write! Thou Wilt Never Have A Better Day.