All great poets have been men of great knowledge.
Follow thou thy choice.
Truth crushed to the earth will rise again!
Sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty.
I shall seeThe hour of death draw near to me,Hope, blossoming within my heart. . . .