Could I Find A Place

As We To The Brutes, Poets Are To Us.

Behold The Life At Ease; It Drifts, The Sharpened Life Commands Its Course.

On A Starred Night Prince Lucifer Uprose, Tired Of His Dark Dominion Swung The Fiend . . . He Reached A Middle Height, And At The Stars, Which Are The Brain Of Heaven, He Looked, And Sank. Around The Ancient Track Marched, Rank On Rank, The Army Of Unalterable Law.

What A Woman Thinks Of Women Is The Test Of Her Nature.

Speech Is The Small Change Of Silence.