The Day Is Gone, And All Its

But Let Me See Thee Stoop From Heaven On Wings That Fill The Sky With Silver Glitterings!

A Man's Life Of Any Worth Is A Continual Allegory.

My Mind Has Been The Most Discontented And Restless One That Ever Was Put Into A Body Too Small For It.

When Old Age Shall This Generation Waste, Thou Shalt Remain, In Midst Of Other Woe Than Ours, A Friend To Man, To Whom Thou Say'st, "beauty Is Truth, Truth Beauty," - That Is All Ye Know On Earth, And All Ye Need To Know.

I See A Lily On Thy Brow, With Anguish Moist And Fever Dew; And On Thy Cheek A Fading Rose Fast Withereth Too.