... and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
But who shall parcel out His intellect by geometric rules, Split like a province into round and square?
The child is father of the man.
He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,- The past unsighed for, and the future sure.
The Eagle, he was lord above
A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor.