Top-heavy Was The Ship As

It Is The Horrible Texture Of A Fabric That Should Be Woven Of Ships' Cables And Hawsers. A Polar Wind Blows Through It, And Birds Of Prey Hover Over It.

Give Me A Condor's Quill! Give Me Vesuvius Crater For An Inkstand!

Do Not Presume, Well-housed, Well-warmed, And Well-fed, To Criticize The Poor

The Great God Absolute! The Centre And Circumference Of All Democracy! His Omnipresence, Our Divine Equality!

Youth Is The Time When Hearts Are Large.