Soft Closer Of Our Eyes! Low Murmur

Beauty Is Truth, Truth Beauty,-that Is All Ye Know On Earth, And All Ye Need To Know.

My Love Is Selfish. I Cannot Breathe Without You.

There Is Nothing Stable In The World; Uproar's Your Only Music.

Music's Golden Tongue Flatter'd To Tears This Aged Man And Poor.

A Drainless Shower Of Light Is Poesy: 'tis The Supreme Of Power; 'tis Might Half Slumbering On Its Own Right Arm.