It is a flat'ning Thought, that the more we have seen, the less we have to say.

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea.

Force yourself to reflect on what you read, paragraph by paragraph.

Not one man in a thousand has either strength of mind or goodness of heart to be an atheist.

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

I look'd to Heav'n, and try'd to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came and made My heart as dry as dust.

Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.