On The Ear Drops The Light Drip

No More We Meet In Yonder Bowers Absence Has Made Me Prone To Roving; But Older, Firmer Hearts Than Ours, Have Found Monotony In Loving.

Shelley Is Truth Itself And Honour Itself Notwithstanding His Out-of-the-way Notions About Religion.

Then Farewell, Horace; Whom I Hated So, Not For Thy Faults, But Mine.

Which Cheers The Sad, Revives The Old, Inspires The Young, Makes Weariness Forget His Toil, And Fear Her Danger; Opens A New World When This, The Present, Palls.

Religion-freedom-vengeance-what You Will, A Word's Enough To Raise Mankind To Kill.