A Man's As Old As He's Feeling.

O It Is Pleasant, With A Heart At Ease, Just After Sunset, Or By Moonlight Skies, To Make The Shifting Clouds Be What You Please.

So Will I Build My Altar In The Fields, And The Blue Sky My Fretted Dome Shall Be, And The Sweet Fragrance That The Wild Flower Yields Shall Be The Incense I Will Yield To Thee.

[coleridge] Selected An Instance Of What Was Called The Sublime, In Darwin, Who Imagined The Creation Of The Universe To Have Taken Place In A Moment, By The Explosion Of A Mass Of Matter In The Womb, Or Centre Of Space. In One And The Same Instant Of Time, Suns And Planets Shot Into Systems In Every Direction, And Filled And Spangled The Illimitable Void! He Asserted This To Be An Intolerable Degradation -referring, As It Were, All The Beauty And Harmony Of Nature To Something Like The Bursting Of A Barrel Of Gunpowder! That Spit Its Combustible Materials Into A Pock-freckled Creation!

Poetry Is Not The Proper Antithesis To Prose, But To Science. Poetry Is Opposed To Science, And Prose To Meter. The Proper And Immediate Object Of Science Is The Acquirement, Or Communication Of Truth; The Proper And Immediate Object Of Poetry Is The Communication Of Immediate Pleasure.

Is Duty A Mere Sport, Or An Employ! Life An Entrusted Talent Or A Toy!