Give Me Women, Wine And Snuff Until

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

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 Cannot Exist Without You - I Am Forgetful Of Every Thing But Seeing You Again - My Life Seems To Stop There - I See No Further. You Have Absorb'd Me. I Have A Sensation At The Present Moment As Though I Was Dissolving.

The Thought, The Deadly Thought Of Solitude.

Open Afresh Your Rounds Of Starry Folds, Ye Ardent Marigolds.