How Like They Are To Human Things!

It Was The Schooner Hesperus, That Sailed The Wintry Sea.

The Morning Breaks; The Steeds In Their Stalls Stamp And Neigh, As The Hostler Calls; The Day Returns, But Nevermore Returns The Traveler To The Shore, And The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls.

Let The Dead Past Bury Its Dead!

It Was Autumn, And Incessant Piped The Quails From Shocks And Sheaves, And, Like Living Coals, The Apples Burned Among The Withering Leaves.

The Picture That Approaches Sculpture Nearest Is The Best Picture.