Identifications

Front 1

Thou shalt believe in Milton, Dryden, Pope,

Thou shalt not set up Wordsworth, Coleridge, Southey;

Because the first is crazed beyond all hope,

The second drunk, the third so quaint and mouthey;

With Crabbe it may be difficult to cope,

And Campbell’s Hippocrene is somewhat drouthy;

Thou shalt not steal from Samuel Rogers, nor

Commit – flirtation with the muse of Moore.

Back 1

byron, don juan. talks about a bunch of authors and how they're bad

Front 2

The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

Back 2

Shelley, ode to the west wind

Front 3

Of Heaven is as a law, inhabits thee!

And what were thou, and earth, and stars, and sea,

If to the human mind's imaginings

Silence and solitude were vacancy?

Back 3

shelley, mont blanc.

Front 4

The One remains, the many change and pass;Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly;Life, like a dome of many-colour'd glass,Stains the white radiance of Eternity,

Back 4

shelley, adonais

Front 5

Soon, trembling in her soft and chilly nest,In sort of wakeful swoon, perplex’d she lay,Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress’dHer soothed limbs, and soul fatigued away;

Back 5

keats, the eve of st agnes