poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge

Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.

Babylon, Learned and wise, hath perished utterly, Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh That would lament her.

To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.

The vision and the faculty divine; Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse.

Truth takes no account of centuries.