Beholding Heaven, And Feeling Hell.

In Some Respects The Better A Book Is, The Less It Demands From The Binding.

Wert Thou All That I Wish Thee, Great, Glorious, And Free, First Flower Of The Earth And First Gem Of The Sea.

By Myself Walking, To Myself Talking.

The Beggar Wears All Colors Fearing None.

A Flow'ret Crushed In The Bud, A Nameless Piece Of Babyhood, Was In Her Cradle-coffin Lying; Extinct, With Scarce The Sense Of Dying