Duty and dereliction guide thee back to solitude.

When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead - When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed.

When merciless ambition, or mad zeal, has led two hosts of dupes to battlefield, That, blind, they there may dig each other's graves, And call the sad work glory.

In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.

Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.

Their errors have been weighed and found to have been dust in the balance; if their sins were as scarlet, they are now white as snow: they have been washed in the blood of the mediator and the redeemer, Time.

The splendors of the firmament of time May be eclipsed, but are extinguished not; Like stars to their appointed height they climb And death is a low mist which cannot blot The brightness it may veil.