Sufficient To Have Stood, Though

Fame Is The Last Infirmity Of The Human Mind.

And What Is Faith, Love, Virtue Unassayed Alone, Without Exterior Help Sustained?

A Boundless Continent, Dark, Waste, And Wild, Under The Frown Of Night Starless Expos'd.

Not To Know Me Argues Yourselves Unknown.

And Pomp, And Feast, And Revelry, With Mask, And Antique Pageantry, Such Sights As Youthful Poets Dream On Summer Eves By Haunted Stream.