Why A Tender Curb Upon The Youthful

The Angel That Presided O'er My Birth Said, 'little Creature, Formed Of Joy And Mirth, Go Love Without The Help Of Any Thing On Earth'.

The Tigers Of Wrath Are Wiser Than The Horses Of Instruction.

A Fool Sees Not The Same Tree That A Wise Man Sees.

To Cast Aside From Poetry, All That Is Not Inspiration

Ah, Sunflower, Weary Of Time, Who Countest The Steps Of The Sun, Seeking After That Sweet Golden Clime Where The Traveller's Journey Is Done; Where The Youth Pined Away With Desire And The Pale Virgin Shrouded In Snow Arise From Their Graves, And Aspire Where My Sunflower Wishes To Go.