A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.

How lucious lies the pea within the pod.

I took my Power in my Hand -- And went against the World -- 'Twas not so much as David -- had -- But I -- was twice as bold -- I aimed by Pebble -- but Myself Was all the one that fell -- Was it Goliath -- was too large -- Or was myself -- too small?

God's little Blond Blessing we have long deemed you, and hope his so-called Will will not compel him to revoke you.

A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is, to meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege I think.

Memory is a strange Bell—Jubilee, and Knell.

Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea Past the houses, past the headlands Into deep eternity! Bred as we, among the mountains Can the sailor understand The divine intoxication Of the first league out from land?