The prayer of Ajax was for light.

With many readers, brilliancy of style passes for affluence of thought; they mistake buttercups in the grass for immeasurable gold mines under ground.

And so we plough along, as the fly said to the ox.

I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart

The Wreck of the Hesperus But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he.

And when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence.

Build today, then strong and sure, With a firm and ample base; And ascending and secure. Shall tomorrow find its place.