In Autumn Moonlight   In autumn moonlight, when the white air wanIs fragrant in the wake of summer hence,'Tis sweet to sit entranced, and muse thereonIn melancholy and godlike indolence:When the proud spirit, lull'd by mortal primeTo fond pretence of immortality.Vieweth all moments from the birth of time,All things whate'er have been or yet shall... Continue Reading →