Alone, Alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never saint took pity on My soul in agony

And they three passed over the white sands, between the rocks, silent as the shadows.

Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink.

Deep thinking is attainable only by a man of deep feeling, and all truth is a species of revelation

Men, I still think, ought to be weighed not counted.

Our own heart, and not other men's opinion, forms our true honor.

[Coleridge] selected an instance of what was called the sublime, in DARWIN, who imagined the creation of the universe to have taken place in a moment, by the explosion of a mass of matter in the womb, or centre of space. In one and the same instant of time, suns and planets shot into systems in every direction, and filled and spangled the illimitable void! He asserted this to be an intolerable degradation -referring, as it were, all the beauty and harmony of nature to something like the bursting of a barrel of gunpowder! that spit its combustible materials into a pock-freckled creation!