Philosophy Will Clip An Angel's Wings, Conquer

A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy Forever.

Conversation Is Not A Search After Knowledge, But An Endeavor At Effect.

I Came To Feel How Far Above All Fancy, Pride, And Fickle Maidenhood, All Earthly Pleasure, All Imagined Good, Was The Warm Tremble Of A Devout Kiss.

Of Love, That Fairest Joys Give Most Unrest.

To Feel Forever Its Soft Fall And Swell, Awake For Ever In A Sweet Unrest, Still, Still To Hear Her Tender-taken Breath, And So Live Ever-or Else Swoon In Death.