Teas, Where Small Talk Dies In Agonies.

Within My Heart Is The Lamp Of Love, And That Is Day!

When Merciless Ambition, Or Mad Zeal, Has Led Two Hosts Of Dupes To Battlefield, That, Blind, They There May Dig Each Other's Graves, And Call The Sad Work Glory.

A Single Word Even May Be A Spark Of Inextinguishable Thought

Thou Hast A Voice, Great Mountain, To Repeal. Large Codes Of Fraud And Woe; Not Understood By All, But Which The Wise, And Great, And Good Interpret, Or Make Felt, Or Deeply Feel.

Poetry Is The Record Of The Best And Happiest Moments Of The Happiest And Best Minds.