Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.

Beauty and anguish walking hand in hand the downward slope to death.

Because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.

Oh yet we trust that somehow good will be the final goal of ill!

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone.

Never, oh! never, nothing will die; The stream flows, The wind blows, The cloud fleets, The heart beats, Nothing will die.

Blind and naked ignorance delivers brawling judgments, unashamed, on all things all day long