Greatness And Goodness Are Not Means, But

Oh Worse Than Everything, Is Kindness Counterfeiting Absent Love.

Plagiarists Are Always Suspicious Of Being Stolen From.

Remorse Weeps Tears Of Blood.

The Intelligible Forms Of Ancient Poets, The Fair Humanities Of Old Religion, The Power, The Beauty, And The Majesty That Had Their Haunts In Dale Or Piny Mountain, Or Forest By Slow Stream, Or Pebbly Spring, Or Chasms And Watery Depths, All These Have Vanished; They Live No Longer In The Faith Of Reason.

Nor Dim Nor Red, Like God's Own Head, The Glorious Sun Uprist