Such bickerings to recount, met often in these our writers, what more worth is it than to chronicle the wars of kites or crows flocking and fighting in the air?
From haunted spring and dale Edg'd with poplar pale The parting genius is with sighing sent.
He who destroys a good book kills reason itself.
Where no hope is left, is left no fear.
On the tawny sands and shelves trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves.
The redundant locks, robustious to no purpose, clustering down--vast monument of strength.