Hence, Viper Thoughts, That Coil Around My

An Orphan's Curse Would Drag To Hell, A Spirit From On High; But Oh! More Horrible Than That, Is A Curse In A Dead Man's Eye!

When The Whole And The Parts Are Seen At Once, As Mutually Producing And Explaining Each Other, As Unity In Multeity, There Results Shapeliness.

Moral Obligation Is To Me So Very Strong A Stimulant, That In 9 Cases Out Of Ten It Acts As A Narcotic. The Blow That Should Rouse, Stuns Me.

God! Sing, Ye Meadow-streams, With Gladsome Voice! Ye Pine-groves, With Your Soft And Soul-like Sounds! And They Too Have A Voice, You Piles Of Snow, And In Their Perilous Fall Shall Thunder, God!

Genius Of The Highest Kind Implies An Unusual Intensity Of The Modifying Power.