These Are Thy Glorious Works, Parent Of

Sweetest Echo, Sweetest Nymph, That Liv'st Unseen Within Thy Airy Shell, By Slow Meander's Margent Green, And In The Violet-embroidered Vale.

Time Will Run Back And Fetch The Age Of Gold.

Retiring From The Popular Noise, I Seek This Unfrequented Place To Find Some Ease.

Knowledge Forbidden? Suspicious, Reasonless. Why Should Their Lord Envy Them That? Can It Be A Sin To Know? Can It Be Death?

Reason Also Is Choice.