Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,
And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?
---"On death

“When by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom;…”

“dolci le melodie conosciute, ma più dolci le ignote così voi, tenere cornamuse,…”

“t this is human life: the war, the deeds,The disappointment, the anxiety,Imagin…”

“A poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence because he has no identi…”