To Leave No Interval Between The Sentence

Iambics March From Short To Long;-- With A Leap And A Bound The Swift Anapaests Throng

Lovely Was The Death Of Him Whose Life Was Love! Holy With Power, He On The Thought-benighted Skeptic Beamed Manifest Godhead.

We Must Follow The Old Authorities And Precedents In Criminal Matters.

Painting Is The Intermediate Somewhat Between A Thought And A Thing.

I Have Often Thought What A Melancholy World This Would Be Without Children, And What An Inhuman World Without The Aged.