--then On The Shore Of The Wide

O, Sorrow! Why Dost Borrow Heart's Lightness From The Merriment Of May?

Do You Not See How Necessary A World Of Pains And Troubles Is To School An Intelligence And Make It A Soul?

We Have Woven A Web, You And I, Attached To This World But A Separate World Of Our Own Invention.

I Would Sooner Fail Than Not Be Among The Greatest.

No Sooner Had I Stepp'd Into These Pleasures Than I Began To Think Of Rhymes And Measures: The Air That Floated By Me Seem'd To Say 'write! Thou Wilt Never Have A Better Day.