Death But Supplies The Oil For The

All Powerful Souls Have Kindred With Each Other

He Knows Well The Evening Star, And Once When He Awoke, In A Most Distressful Mood (some Inward Pain Had Made Up That Strange Thing, An Infant's Dream), I Hurried With Him To Our Orchard Plot, And He Beheld The Moon, And Hushed At Once. Suspends His Sobs And Laughs Most Silently. While His Fair Eyes, That Swam With Undropped Tears, Did Glitter In The Yellow Moonbeam.

Prayer Is The Very Highest Energy Of Which The Mind Is Capable.

Iambics March From Short To Long;-- With A Leap And A Bound The Swift Anapaests Throng

Dryden 's Genius Was Of That Sort Which Catches Fire By Its Own Motion; His Chariot Wheels Get Hot By Driving Fast.