The Thoughts Which The Word "god" Suggests

Mont Blanc Yet Gleams On High: The Power Is There, The Still And Solemn Power Of Many Sights And Many Sounds, And Much Of Life And Death. In The Long Glare Of Day, The Snows Descend Upon That Mountain; None Beholds Them There, Nor When The Flakes Burn In The Sinking Sun, Or The Sunbeams Dart Through Them.

Poetry, In A General Sense, May Be Defined To Be 'the Expression Of The Imagination': And Poetry Is Connate With The Origin Of Man.

Poets Are The Unacknowledged Legislators Of The World.

The Cloud Of Mind Is Discharging Its Collected Lightning.

When A Man Marries, Dies, Or Turns Hindu, His Best Friends Hear No More Of Him.