To The Very Last, He [napoleon] Had

It Keeps Eternal Whisperings Around Desolate Shores

A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy Forever: Its Loveliness Increases; It Will Never Pass Into Nothingness.

O, Sorrow! Why Dost Borrow Heart's Lightness From The Merriment Of May?

When Old Age Shall This Generation Waste, Thou Shalt Remain, In Midst Of Other Woe Than Ours, A Friend To Man, To Whom Thou Say'st, "beauty Is Truth, Truth Beauty," - That Is All Ye Know On Earth, And All Ye Need To Know.

Tall Oaks Branch Charmed By The Earnest Stars Dream And So Dream All Night Without A Stir.