Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge - it is as immortal as the heart of man.

Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold The likeness of whate'er on land is seen.

The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.

poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge

Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge - it is as immortal as the heart of man.

Who, doomed to go in company with Pain And Fear and Bloodshed,-miserable train!- Turns his necessity to glorious gain.

'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.