We have to administer the law whether we like it or no.

The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.

We are now Courts of equity, and must decide the thing according to all the rights.

Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was white as leprosy, The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold.

O pure of heart! Thou needest not ask of me what this strong music in the soul may be!

Poetry has been to me its own exceeding great reward; it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the good and beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me.

In what way, or by what manner of working, God changes a soul from evil to good, how He impregnates the barren rock--the priceless gems and gold--is to the human mind an impenetrable mystery, in all cases alike.