What Hath Night To Do

Education Of Youth Is Not A Bow For Every Man To Shoot In That Counts Himself A Teacher; But Will Require Sinews Almost Equal To Those Which Homer Gave To Ulysses.

Quips And Cranks And Wanton Wiles, Nods And Becks And Wreathèd Smiles.

That Power Which Erring Men Call Chance.

Pandemonium, The High Capital Of Satan And His Peers.

A Thousand Fantasies Begin To Throng Into My Memory, Of Calling Shapes, And Beckoning Shadows Dire, And Airy Tongues That Syllable Men's Names On Sands And Shores And Desert Wildernesses