It keeps eternal whisperings around desolate shores
A man's life of any worth is a continual allegory.
This Grave contains all that was Mortal of a Young English Poet Who on his Death Bed in the Bitterness of his Heart at the Malicious Power of his Enemies Desired these words to be engraved on his Tomb Stone "Here lies One Whose Name was writ in Water."
Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time.
Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor.
I have loved the principle of beauty in all things.