They Swayed About Upon A Rocking Horse,

With A Great Poet The Sense Of Beauty Overcomes Every Other Consideration, Or Rather Obliterates All Consideration.

Pensive They Sit, And Roll Their Languid Eyes.

I Think I Shall Be Among The English Poets After My Death.

O Fret Not After Knowledge - I Have None, And Yet My Song Comes Native With The Warmth. O Fret Not After Knowledge - I Have None, And Yet The Evening Listens.

For Axioms In Philosophy Are Not Axioms Until They Are Proved Upon Our Pulses.