And The Rose Like A Nymph To

Swiftly Walk O'er The Western Wave, Spirit Of Night! Out Of The Misty Eastern Cave, Where, All The Long And Lone Daylight, Thou Wovest Dreams Of Joyand Fear, Which Make Thee Terrible And Dear, Swift Be Thy Flight!

Revenge And Wrong Bring Forth Their Kind; The Foul Cubs Like Their Parents Are.

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

Design Must Be Proved Before A Designer Can Be Inferred.

That Orbed Maiden, With White Fire Laden, Whom Mortals Call The Moon.