A Stately Pleasure-dome Decree.

The Faults Of Great Authors Are Generally Excellences Carried To An Excess.

Every Crime Has, In The Moment Of Its Perpetration, Its Own Avenging Angel-dark Misgiving, An Ominous Sinking At The Inmost Heart.

A State, In Idea, Is The Opposite Of A Church. A State Regards Classes, And Not Individuals; And It Estimates Classes, Not By Internal Merit, But External Accidents, As Property, Birth, Etc. But A Church Does The Reverse Of This, And Disregards All External Accidents, And Looks At Men As Individual Persons, Allowing No Gradations Of Ranks, But Such As Greater Or Less Wisdom, Learning, And Holiness Ought To Confer. A Church Is, Therefore, In Idea, The Only Pure Democracy.

The Many Men, So Beautiful! And They All Dead Did Lie: And A Thousand Thousand Slimy Things Lived On; And So Did I.

It Is A Flat'ning Thought, That The More We Have Seen, The Less We Have To Say.