I Want A Brighter Word

Beauty Is Truth, Truth Beauty

Music's Golden Tongue Flatter'd To Tears This Aged Man And Poor.

Souls Of Poets Dead And Gone, What Elysium Have Ye Known, Happy Field Or Mossy Cavern, Choicer Than The Mermaid Tavern? Have Ye Tippled Drink More Fine Than Mine Host's Canary Wine?

What Is More Gentle Than A Wind Is Summer?

Are There Not Thousands In The World Who Love Their Fellows Even To The Death, Who Feel The Giant Agony Of The World, And More, Like Slaves To Poor Humanity, Labor For Mortal Good?