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Be That Blind Bard Who On The Chian Strand, By Those Deep Sounds Possessed With Inward Light, Beheld The Iliad And The Odyssey Rise To The Swelling Of The Voiceful Sea.

To Most Men Experience Is Like The Stern Lights Of A Ship, Which Illuminate Only The Track It Has Passed.

To Leave No Interval Between The Sentence And The Fulfillment Of It Doth Beseem God Only, The Immutable!

The Genius Of The Spanish People Is Exquisitely Subtle, Without Being At All Acute; Hence There Is So Much Humour And So Little Wit In Their Literature.

A Savage Place! As Holy And Enchanted/as E'er Beneath The Waning Moon Was Haunted/by Woman Wailing For Her Demon Lover!