Al Hahn Quotes

Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour - let no night Seal thy sense in deathly slumber Till to delight Thou hast paid thy utmost blessing.

I intended an Ode, And it turned to a Sonnet.

What ye have been ye still shall be, When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers!

Not as ours the books of old - Things that steam can stamp and fold; Not as ours the books of yore - Rows of type, and nothing more.

In merest prudence men should teach. That science ranks as monstrous things, Two pairs of upper limbs; so wings - E`en Angel`s wings! - are fictions.

Love comes unseen; we only see it go.

Carry his body hence! Kings must have slaves: Kings climb to eminence, Over men`s graves: So this man`s eye is dim; Throw the earth over him!