How Did The Atheist Get His Idea

My Eyes Make Pictures When They Are Shut.

The Spirit Of Poetry, Like All Other Living Powers, Must Of Necessity Circumscribe Itself By Rules, Were It Only To Unite Power With Beauty.

The Primary Notion I Hold To Be The Living Power.

The Once Red Leaf, The Last Of Its Clan, That Dances As Often As Dance It Can.

Not The Poem Which We Have Read , But That To Which We Return , With The Greatest Pleasure, Possesses The Genuine Power, And Claims The Name Of Essential Poetry .