Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.

For by superior energies; more strict affiance in each other; faith more firm in their unhallowed principles, the bad have fairly earned a victory over the weak, the vacillating, inconsistent good.

Those old credulities, to Nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Of history?

Monastic brotherhood, upon rock Aerial.

And mighty poets in their misery dead.

I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy, The sleepless soul that perished in his pride; Of him who walked in glory and in joy, Following his plough, along the mountain-side. By our own spirits we are deified; We Poets in our youth begin in gladness, But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.

These hoards of wealth you can unlock at will.