The True Poet Is All-knowing; He Is

The Bible Begins Gloriously With Paradise, The Symbol Of Youth, And Ends With The Everlasting Kingdom, With The Holy City. The History Of Every Man Should Be A Bible.

There Is An Energy Which Springs From Sickness And Debility: It Has A More Powerful Effect Than The Real, But, Sadly, Expires In An Even Greater Infirmity.

If The World Is A Precipitation Of Human Nature, So To Speak, Then The Divine World Is A Sublimation Of The Same. Both Occur In One Act. No Precipitation Without Sublimation. What Goes Lost There In Agility, Is Won Here.

I Was Still Blind, But Twinkling Stars Did Dance Throughout My Being's Limitless Expanse, Nothing Had Yet Drawn Close, Only At Distant Stages I Found Myself, A Mere Suggestion Sensed In Past And Future Ages.

It Is Not Merely The Multiplicity Of Tints, The Gladness Of Tone, Or The Balminess Of The Air Which Delight In The Spring; It Is The Still Consecrated Spirit Of Hope, The Prophecy Of Happy Days Yet To Come; The Endless Variety Of Nature, With Presentiments Of Eternal Flowers Which Never Shall Fade, And Sympathy With The Blessedness Of The Ever-developing World.