Who Would Wish To Be Among The

You Are Always New, The Last Of Your Kisses Was Ever The Sweetest.

How Does The Poet Speak To Men With Power, But By Being Still More A Man Than They

Is There Another Life? Shall I Awake And Find All This A Dream? There Must Be We Cannot Be Created For This Sort Of Suffering.

The Redbreast Whistles From A Garden-croft; And Gathering Swallows Twitter In The Skies.

Poetry Should Surprise By A Fine Excess And Not By Singularity, It Should Strike The Reader As A Wording Of His Own Highest Thoughts, And Appear Almost A Remembrance.