I Stood In Unimaginable Trance And Agony

The Nightmare Life-in-death Was She.

The Genius Of Coleridge Is Like A Sunken Treasure Ship, And Coleridge A Diver Too Timid And Lazy To Bring Its Riches To The Surface.

Poetry Gives Most Pleasure When Only Generally And Not Perfectly Understood.

Humor Is Consistent With Pathos, Whilst Wit Is Not.

May All The Stars Hang Bright Above Her Dwelling, Silent As Though They Watched The Sleeping Earth!