The Grandeur Of The Dooms We Have

Stop And Consider! Life Is But A Day

A Drainless Shower Of Light Is Poesy: 'tis The Supreme Of Power; 'tis Might Half Slumbering On Its Own Right Arm.

The Imagination May Be Compared To Adam's Dream-he Awoke And Found It Truth.

Are There Not Thousands In The World Who Love Their Fellows Even To The Death, Who Feel The Giant Agony Of The World, And More, Like Slaves To Poor Humanity, Labor For Mortal Good?

Fanatics Have Their Dreams, Wherewith They Weave A Paradise For A Sect.