Ideas Are The Very Coinage Of Your

I Dreamt My Lady Came And Found Me Dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And Breathed Such Life With Kisses In My Lips That I Revived And Was An Emperor.

Her Father Lov'd Me; Oft Invited Me; Still Question'd Me The Story Of My Life, From Year To Year, The Battles, Sieges, Fortunes, That I Have Pass'd.

What Is Thy Sentence Then But Speechless Death.

Remembrance Of Things Past.

He Is Well Paid That Is Well Satisfied.