Load Every Rift With Ore.

Many Have Original Minds Who Do Not Think It - They Are Led Away By Custom!

I Am Certain Of Nothing But The Holiness Of The Heart’s Affections And The Truth Of The Imagination – What The Imagination Seizes As Beauty Must Be Truth – Whether It Existed Before Or Not – For I Have The Same Idea Of All Our Passions As Of Love They Are All In Their Sublime, Creative Of Essential Beauty . . .

I Have Nothing To Speak Of But My Self-and What Can I Say But What I Feel.

Here Lies One Whose Name Was Writ In Water.

To One Who Has Been Long In City Pent, ’tis Very Sweet To Look Into The Fair And Open Face Of Heaven, — To Breathe A Prayer Full In The Smile Of The Blue Firmament.