Elementary..

I stumbled upon this page today. The only work of fiction I had read thrice so far because of those neat little gems. You dont know the value of them until you gain from it. Of course there is also this and probably many more but there's nothing like reading the whole thing.

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring’d with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.