Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.

Veracity does not consist in saying, but in the intention of communicating the truth.

And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

The sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark; With far-heard whisper o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark.

The fastidious taste will find offence in the occasional vulgarisms, or what we now call slang, which not a few of our writers seem to have affected.

To sentence a man of true genius, to the drudgery of a school is to put a racehorse on a treadmill.

If people could learn history, what lessons it might teach us!