Hope Is Incredible To The

Go, Grieving Rimes Of Mine, To That Hard Stone Whereunder Lies My Darling, Lies My Dear, And Cry To Her To Speak From Heaven's Sphere.

When The Poet Died His Cat Was Put To Death And Mummified.

Hitherto Your Eyes Have Been Darkened And You Have Looked Too Much, Yes, Far Too Much, Upon The Things Of Earth. If These So Much Delight You What Shall Be Your Rapture When You Lift Your Gaze To Things Eternal!

Rarely Do Great Beauty And Great Virtue Dwell Together.

An Equal Doom Clipp'd Time's Blest Wings Of Peace.