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Teachers Should Be Very Careful Not To Spoil Their Pupils' Taste For Poetry For All Time By Making It A Task And An Imposition.

A Man Must Shape Himself To A New Mark Directly The Old One Goes To Ground.

The Noise Resembles The Roar Of Heavy, Distant Surf. Standing On The Stirring Ice One Can Imagine It Is Disturbed By The Breathing And Tossing Of A Mighty Giant Below.

We Had Seen God In His Splendors, Heard The Text That Nature Renders. We Had Reached The Naked Soul Of Man.

After Months Of Want And Hunger, We Suddenly Found Ourselves Able To Have Meals Fit For The Gods, And With Appetites The Gods Might Have Envied.