The weak overcomes its/ menace, the strong over-/comes itself.
[The] whirlwind fife-and-drum of the storm bends the salt marsh grass, disturbs stars in the sky and the star on the steeple; it is a privilege to see so much confusion.
All are / naked, none is safe.
Poetry is a peerless proficiency of the imagination.
The mind is an enchanting thing.
The power of the visible is the invisible.