Laugh At All You Trembled At Before.

Perhaps Thou Gav'st Me, Though Unseen, A Kiss; Perhaps A Tear, If Souls Can Weep In Bliss.

Books Are Not Seldom Talismans And Spells.

There Is A Pleasure In Poetic Pains / Which Only Poets Know.

Hast Thou Not Learnd What Thou Art Often Told, A Truth Still Sacred, And Believed Of Old, That No Success Attends On Spears And Swords Unblest, And That The Battle Is The Lords?

I Am Out Of Humanity's Reach.