Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
Better to sink beneath the shock Than moulder piecemeal on the rock!
I have not loved the world, nor the world me.
Whatsoever thy birth, Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.
He makes a solitude, and calls it - peace!