A Man Of Thought Must Feel The

Art And Power Will Go On As They Have Done,--will Make Day Out Of Night, Time Out Of Space, And Space Out Of Time.

The Etymologist Finds The Deadest Word To Have Been Once A Brilliant Picture.

Genius, Even, As It Is The Greatest Good, Is He Greatest Harm.

Nothing Can Be Preserved That Is Not Good.

Who Gave Thee, O Beauty, The Keys Of This Breast,-- Too Credulous Lover Of Blest And Unblest? Say, When In Lapsed Ages Thee Knew I Of Old? Or What Was The Service For Which I Was Sold?