Error's Monstrous Shapes From Earth Are Driven

I Hear The Howl Of The Wind That Brings The Long Drear Storm On Its Heavy Wings.

Maidens Hearts Are Always Soft: Would That Men's Were Truer!

Eloquence Is The Poetry Of Prose.

The Rose That Lives Its Little Hour Is Prized Beyone The Sculpted Flower.

Difficulty, My Brethren, Is The Nurse Of Greatness - A Harsh Nurse, Who Roughly Rocks Her Foster Children Into Strength And Athletic Proportion.