Alas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come nor care beyond today.

To brisk notes in cadence beating, glance their many-twinkling feet.

The different steps and degrees of education may be compared to the artificer's operations upon marble; it is one thing to dig it out of the quarry, and another to square it, to give it gloss and lustre, call forth every beautiful spot and vein, shape it into a column, or animate it into a statue.

Daughter of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The bad affright, afflict the best!

Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!

There are certain scenes that would awe an atheist into belief, without the help of other argument.

Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.