And The Jocund Rebecks Sound To Many

For What Can War, But Endless War, Still Breed?

The Whole Freedom Of Man Consists Either In Spiritual Or Civil Liberty.

My Latest Found, Heaven's Last, Best Gift, My Ever New Delight!

Now Came Still Evening On; And Twilight Gray Had In Her Sober Livery All Things Clad: Silence Accompanied; For Beast And Bird, They To They Grassy Couch, These To Their Nests, Were Slunk, All But The Wakeful Nightingale.

Meadows Trim With Daisies Pied, Shallow Brooks And Rivers Wide Towers And Battlements It Sees Bosom'd High In Tufted Trees, Where Perhaps Some Beauty Lies, The Cynosure Of Neighboring Eyes.