The Genius Of Shakespeare Was An Innate

When I Have Fears That I May Ceace To Be, Before My Pen Has Gleaned My Teaming Brain".

O Latest Born And Loveliest Vision Far Of All Olympus' Faded Hierarchy.

Where Are The Songs Of Spring? Aye, Where Are They? Think Not Of Them; Thou Has Thy Music Too.

To Bear All Naked Truths, And To Envisage Circumstance, All Calm, That Is The Top Of Sovereignty

Death Is Life's High Meed.