Perhaps 'tis Pretty To Force Together Thoughts

The Intelligible Forms Of Ancient Poets, The Fair Humanities Of Old Religion, The Power, The Beauty, And The Majesty That Had Their Haunts In Dale Or Piny Mountain, Or Forest By Slow Stream, Or Pebbly Spring, Or Chasms And Watery Depths, All These Have Vanished; They Live No Longer In The Faith Of Reason.

Laughter Is Equally The Expression Of Extreme Anguish And Horror As Of Joy: As There Are Tears Of Sorrow And Tears Of Joy, So Is There A Laugh Of Terror And A Laugh Of Merriment.

Sympathy Constitutes Friendship; But In Love There Is A Sort Of Antipathy, Or Opposing Passion. Each Strives To Be The Other, And Both Together Make Up One Whole.

Joy Rises In Me, Like A Summer's Morn.

In Philosophy Equally As In Poetry It Is The Highest And Most Useful Prerogative Of Genius To Produce The Strongest Impressions Of Novelty, While It Rescues Admitted Truths From The Neglect Caused By The Very Circumstance Of Their Universal Admission.