Hell Is More Bearable Than

Man Is A Military Animal, Glories In Gunpowder, And Loves Parade.

Burn To Be Great, Pay Not Thy Praise To Lofty Things Alone. The Plains Are Everlasting As The Hills, The Bard Cannot Have Two Pursuits; Aught Else Comes On The Mind With The Like Shock As Though Two Worlds Had Gone To War, And Met In Air.

I Have A Heart With Room For Every Joy .

England! My Country, Great And Free! Heart Of The World, I Leap To Thee!

For Ivy Climbs The Crumbling Hall To Decorate Decay.