The Only Means Of Strengthening One's Intellect

O Latest Born And Loveliest Vision Far Of All Olympus' Faded Hierarchy.

There Is Not A Fiercer Hell Than The Failure In A Great Object.

To Stay Youthful, Stay Useful.

For Poesy Alone Can Tell Her Dreams, With The Fine Spell Of Words Alone Can Save Imagination From The Sable Charm And Dumb Enchantment. Who Alive Can Say, ‘thou Art No Poet May’st Not Tell Thy Dreams?’ Since Every Man Whose Soul Is Not A Clod Hath Visions, And Would Speak, If He Had Loved And Been Well Nurtured In His Mother Tongue. Whether The Dream Now Purpos’d To Rehearse Be Poet’s Or Fanatic’s Will Be Known When This Warm Scribe My Hand Is In The Grave.

Was It A Vision Or A Waking Dream? Fled Is That Music--do I Wake Or Sleep?