Now A Soft Kiss - Aye, By

Death Is Life's High Meed.

I Don't Need The Stars In The Night I Found My Treasure All I Need Is You By My Side So Shine Forever

The Excellence Of Every Art Is Its Intensity, Capable Of Making All Disagreeables Evaporate, From Their Being In Close Relationship With Beauty And Truth.

A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy For Ever: Its Loveliness Increases; It Will Never Pass Into Nothingness; But Still Will Keep A Bower Quiet For Us, And A Sleep Full Of Sweet Dreams, And Health, And Quiet Breathing.

The Silver, Snarling Trumpets 'gan To Chide.