It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three High souls, like those far stars that come in sight Once in a century.

It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three High souls, like those far stars that come in sight Once in a century.

The idol is the measure of the worshipper.

I don't believe in principle, but I do in interest.

Certainly it is no shame to a man that he should be as nice about his country as his sweetheart, yet it would not be wise to hold everyone an enemy who could not see her with our own enchanted eyes.

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.

Nature fits all her children with something to do, he who would write and can't write, can surely review.