...it All Seemed To Him To Have

To Rise From Error To Truth Is Rare And Beautiful.

The Last Resort Of Kings, The Cannonball. The Last Resort Of The People, The Paving Stone.

Primitive Times Are Lyrical, Ancient Times Epical, Modern Times Dramatic. The Ode Sings Of Eternity, The Epic Imparts Solemnity Tohistory, The Drama Depicts Life. The Characteristic Of The First Poetry Is Ingeniousness, Of The Second, Simplicity, Of The Third, Truth.

Is There Not In Every Human Soul A Primitive Spark, A Divine Element, Incorruptible In This World And Immortal In The Next, Which Can Be Developed By Goodness, Kindled, Lit Up, And Made To Radiate, And Which Evil Can Never Entirely Extinguish.

Genius Is A Promontory Jutting Out Into The Infinite.