From haunted spring and dale Edg'd with poplar pale The parting genius is with sighing sent.
This horror will grow mild, this darkness light.
God is thy law, thou mine.
Still paying, still to owe. Eternal woe!
Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined; Till at his second bidding darkness fled, Light shone, and order from disorder sprung.
Books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them....I know they are as lively and as vigorously productive as those fabulous dragon's teeth and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men.