O Let Me Be Awake, My God!

Oh Sleep! It Is A Gentle Thing, Beloved From Pole To Pole, To Mary Queen The Praise Be Given! She Sent The Gentle Sleep From Heaven, That Slid Into My Soul.

To Be Beloved Is All I Need, And Whom I Love, I Love Indeed.

Dryden 's Genius Was Of That Sort Which Catches Fire By Its Own Motion; His Chariot Wheels Get Hot By Driving Fast.

The True Key To The Declension Of The Roman Empire Which Is Not To Be Found In All Gibbon 's Immense Work May Be Stated In Two Words: The Imperial Character Overlaying, And Finally Destroying, The National Character. Rome Under Trajan Was An Empire Without A Nation.

During The Act Of Knowledge Itself, The Objective And Subjective Are So Instantly United, That We Cannot Determine To Which Of The Two The Priority Belongs.