My Mother Groaned, My Father

Poetry, Painting & Music, The Three Powers In Man Of Conversing With Paradise, Which The Flood Did Not Sweep Away.

There Is A Place Where Contrarieties Are Equally True.

God And His Priest And King,...make Up A Heaven Of Our Misery.

All Futurity Seems Teeming With Endless Destruction Never To Be Repelled; Desperate Remorse Swallows The Present In A Quenchless Rage.

Praises Reap Not! Joys Laugh Not! Sorrows Weep Not!