Even The Weak Become Strong When They

The Storm Is Master. Man, As A Ball, Is Tossed Twixt Winds And Billows.

Sentimental Poetry Differs From Naive Poetry In That It Relates The Real State At Which The Latter Stops To Ideas And Applies Ideas To That Reality.

O That It Might Remain Eternally Green, The Beautiful Time Of Youthful Love.

Intellect--brain Force.

Ever Building, Building To The Clouds, Still Building Higher, And Never Reflecting That The Poor Narrow Basis Cannot Sustain The Giddy Tottering Column.