Hell Is The Wrath Of God--his Hate

One Thought Settles A Life, An Immortality.

Look On The Bee Upon The Wing 'mong Flowers; How Brave, How Bright His Life! Then Mark, Him Hiv'd, Cramp'd, Cringing In His Self-built, Social Cell, Thus It Is In The World-hive; Most Where Men Lie Deep In Cities As In Drifts.

A Poet Not In Love Is Out At Sea; He Must Have A Lay-figure.

Write To The Mind And Heart, And Let The Ear Glean After What It Can.

Death Is Another Life.