There Is Nothing Insignificant-nothing.

The Devil Is Not, Indeed, Perfectly Humorous, But That Is Only Because He Is The Extreme Of All Humor.

The Intelligible Forms Of Ancient Poets, The Fair Humanities Of Old Religion, The Power, The Beauty, And The Majesty That Had Their Haunts In Dale Or Piny Mountain, Or Forest By Slow Stream, Or Pebbly Spring, Or Chasms And Watery Depths, All These Have Vanished; They Live No Longer In The Faith Of Reason.

To Carry Feelings Of Childhood Into The Powers Of Adulthood, To Combine The Child's Sense Of Wonder And Novelty With The Appearances Which Every Day For Years Has Rendered Familiar, This Is The Character And Privilege Of Genius, And One Of The Marks Which Distinguish It From Talent.

Poetry Is Certainly Something More Than Good Sense, But It Must Be Good Sense, At All Events, Just As A Palace Is More Than A House, But It Must Be A House, At Least.

How Well He Fell Asleepl Like Some Proud River, Widening Toward The Sea; Calmly And Grandly, Silently And Deep, Life Joined Eternity.