The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink I heard a voice it said Drink, pretty creature, drink'

Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives.

O Reader! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring, O gentle Reader! you would find A tale in everything.

Monastic brotherhood, upon rock Aerial.

And mighty poets in their misery dead.

Science appears but what in truth she is, Not as our glory and our absolute boast, But as a succedaneum, and a prop To our infirmity.

The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.