Not Drunk Is He Who From The

Time Is Lord Of Thee: Thy Wealth, Thy Glory, And Thy Name Are His.

But Though First Love's Impassioned Blindness Has Passed Away In Colder Light, I Still Have Thought Of You With Kindness, And Shall Do, Till Our Last Goodnight. The Ever-rolling Silent Hours Will Bring A Time We Shall Not Know, When Our Young Days Of Gathering Flowers Will Be An Hundred Years Ago.

Clouds On Clouds, In Volumes Driven, Curtain Round The Vault Of Heaven.

I Almost Think It Is The Ultimate Destiny Of Science To Exterminate The Human Race.

... Where The Greeks Had Modesty, We Have Cant; Where They Had Poetry, We Have Cant; Where They Had Patriotism, We Have Cant; Where They Had Anything That Exalts, Delights, Or Adorns Humanity, We Have Nothing But Cant, Cant, Cant.