Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A deathless Goddess-- so she strikes our eyes!
He knew the things that were and the things that would be and the things that had been before.
I, for one, know of no sweeter sight for a man's eyes than his own country.
Marge, when I join an underground cult I expect a little support from my family.
The sun rose on the flawless brimming sea into a sky all brazen-all one brightening for gods immortal and for mortal men on plowlands kind with grain.
I've gone back in time to when dinosaurs weren't just confined to zoos.