And I Fell Violently On

I Dread The Events Of The Future, Not In Themselves But In Their Results.

In The Heaven's Above, The Angels, Whispering To One Another, Can Find, Among Their Burning Terms Of Love, None So Devotional As That Of 'mother.

There Are Chords In The Hearts Of The Most Reckless Which Cannot Be Touched Without Emotion.

The Generous Critic Fann'd The Poet's Fire, And Taught The World With Reason To Admire.

Truth Is Not Always In A Well. In Fact, As Regards The More Important Knowledge, I Do Believe That She Is Invariably Superficial. The Depth Lies In The Valleys Where We Seek Her, And Not Upon The Mountain-tops Where She Is Found.