All God's angels come to us disguised.
A wise skepticism is the first attribute of a good critic.
Against the windows the storm comes dashing, Through tattered foliage the hail tears crashing, The blue lightning flashes, The rapid hail clashes... The thunder is rumbling And crashing and crumbling.
Many make the household but only one the home.
May is a pious fraud of the almanac.
Poetry is something to make us wiser and better, by continually revealing those types of beauty and truth, which God has set in all men's souls.