Glorious Are The Woods In Their Latest

Eloquence Is The Poetry Of Prose.

It Is Said To Be The Manner Of Hypochondriacs To Change Often Their Physician.

All Great Poets Have Been Men Of Great Knowledge.

The Little Wind-flower, Whose Just Opened Eye Is Blue As The Spring Heaven It Gazes At.

The Fiercest Agonies Have Shortest Reign; And After Dreams Of Horror, Comes Again The Welcome Morning With Its Rays Of Peace.