All Men, Even The Most

And All Who Heard Should See Them There, And All Should Cry, Beware! Beware! His Flashing Eyes, His Floating Hair! Weave A Circle Round Him Thrice, And Close Your Eyes With Holy Dread, For He On Honey-dew Hath Fed, And Drunk The Milk Of Paradise.

Words In Prose Ought To Express The Intended Meaning; If They Attract Attention To Themselves, It Is A Fault; In The Very Best Styles You Read Page After Page Without Noticing The Medium. Works Of Imagination Should Be Written In Very Plain Language; The More Purely Imaginative They Are, The More Necessary It Is To Be Plain.

How Many Of Our Virtues Originate In The Fear Of Death & That While We Flatter Ourselves That We Are Melting In Christian Sensibility Over The Sorrows Of Our Human Brethren And Sisteren, We Are In Fact, Tho' Perhaps Unconsciously, Moved At The Prospect Of Our Own End For Who Sincerely Pities Sea-sickness, Toothache, Or A Fit Of The Gout In A Lusty Good-liver Of 50?

Ah! From The Soul Itself Must Issue Forth A Light, A Glory, A Fair Luminous Cloud Enveloping The Earth.

In Many Ways Doth The Full Heart Reveal The Presence Of The Love It Would Conceal.