From Morn To Noon He Fell, From

Time Will Run Back And Fetch The Age Of Gold.

(that Last Infirmity Of Noble Mind) To Scorn Delights, And Live Laborious Days; But The Fair Guerdon When We Hope To Find, And Think To Burst Out Into Sudden Blaze, Comes The Blind Fury With Th' Abhorred Shears And Slits The Thin-spun Life.

The Angel Ended, And In Adam's Ear So Charming Left His Voice, That He Awhile Thought Him Still Speaking, Still Stood Fix'd To Hear.

By Night The Glass Of Galileo ... Observes Imagin'd Land And Regions In The Moon.

Solitude Is Sometimes Best Society.