No One Can Usurp The Heights... But

A Poet Is The Most Unpoetical Of Anything In Existence; Because He Has No Identity He Is Continually Informing And Filling Some Other Body.

I Will Clamber Through The Clouds And Exist.

You Are Always New. The Last Of Your Kisses Was Ever The Sweetest; The Last Smile The Brightest; The Last Movement The Gracefullest. When You Pass'd My Window Home Yesterday, I Was Fill'd With As Much Admiration As If I Had Then Seen You For The First Time...even If You Did Not Love Me I Could Not Help An Entire Devotion To You.

O For The Gentleness Of Old Romance, The Simple Planning Of A Minstrel's Song!

To Silence Gossip, Don't Repeat It.