Every thing possible to be believ'd is an image of truth.
The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God.
Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow.
God is the poetic genius in each of us.
Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
The crow wished everything was black, the Owl, that everything was white.