He Deposes Doom Who Hath Suffered Him.

Two Seasons, It Is Said, Exist- The Summer Of The Just, And This Of Ours, Diversified With Prospect, And With Frost- May Not Our Second With Its First So Infinite Compare That We But Recollect The One The Other To Prefer?

You Cannot Put A Fire Out! A Thing That Can Ignite Can Go Itself- Without A Flame- E'en Through The Darkest Night!

Memory Is A Strange Bell—jubilee, And Knell.

How Frugal Is The Chariot That Bears A Human Soul.

Banish Air From Air Divide Light If You Dare