The Spirit Of Poetry, Like All Other

Mr. Mum's Rudesheimer And The Church Of St. Geryon Are The Two Things Alone That Deserve To Be Known In The Body-and-soul-stinking Town Of Cologne.

All Thoughts, All Passions, All Delights Whatever Stirs This Mortal Frame All Are But Ministers Of Love And Feed His Sacred Flame.

For I Was Reared In The Great City, Pent With Cloisters Dim,and Saw Naught Lovely But The Sky And Stars.but Thou, My Babe! Shalt Wander Like A Breeze By Lakes And Sandy Shores, Beneath The Cragsof Ancient Mountains, And Beneath The Clouds,which Image In Their Bulk Both Lakes And Shoresand Mountain Crags: So Shall Thou See And Hearthe Lovely Shapes And Sounds Intelligible Of That Eternal Language, Which Thy Godutters, Who From Eternity Doth Teachhimself In All, And Al Things In Himselfgreat Universal Teacher! He Shall Moldthy Spirit And By Giving , Make It Ask.

A Man Of Maxims Only Is Like A Cyclops With One Eye, And That In The Back Of His Head.

Iambics March From Short To Long;-- With A Leap And A Bound The Swift Anapaests Throng