I Shall Attack Chemistry, Like

The Intelligible Forms Of Ancient Poets, The Fair Humanities Of Old Religion, The Power, The Beauty, And The Majesty That Had Their Haunts In Dale Or Piny Mountain, Or Forest By Slow Stream, Or Pebbly Spring, Or Chasms And Watery Depths, All These Have Vanished; They Live No Longer In The Faith Of Reason.

The Genius Of The Spanish People Is Exquisitely Subtle, Without Being At All Acute; Hence There Is So Much Humour And So Little Wit In Their Literature.

The Book Of Job Is Pure Arab Poetry Of The Highest And Most Antique Cast.

As I Live And Am A Man, This Is An Unexaggerated Tale - My Dreams Become The Substances Of My Life.

Swiftly, Swiftly Flew The Ship, Yet She Sailed Softly Too: Sweetly, Sweetly Blew The Breeze - On Me Alone It Blew.