The Poetry Of Speech.

Friendship Is Love Without His Wings!

The Dome Of Thought, The Palace Of The Soul.

He Had Kept The Whiteness Of His Soul, And Thus Men O'er Him Wept.

Shelley Is Truth Itself And Honour Itself Notwithstanding His Out-of-the-way Notions About Religion.

Death, So Called, Is A Thing Which Makes Men Weep, And Yet A Third Of Life Is Passed In Sleep.