One Thought Of Thee Puts All The

Is It, In Heav'n, A Crime To Love Too Well?

New, Distant Scenes Of Endless Science Rise: So Pleas'd At First, The Towring Alps We Try.

Fix'd Like A Plant On His Peculiar Spot, To Draw Nutrition, Propagate And Rot.

The Pure And Noble, The Graceful And Dignified, Simplicity Of Language Is Nowhere In Such Perfection As In The Scriptures And Homer. The Whole Book Of Job, With Regard Both To Sublimity Of Thought And Morality, Exceeds, Beyond All Comparison, The Most Noble Parts Of Homer.

Where Grows?--where Grows It Not? If Vain Our Toil, We Ought To Blame The Culture, Not The Soil.