O Lord! Unhappy Is The Man Whom

Thy Dangerous Glances Make Women Of Men; New-born, We Are Melting Into Nature Again.

No Society Can Ever Be So Large As One Man.

One More Fagot Of These Adamantine Bandages Is The New Science Of Statistics.

For It Is Not Metres, But A Metre-making Argument That Makes A Poem, - A Thought So Passionate And Alive That Like The Spirit Of A Plant Or An Animal It Has An Architecture Of Its Own, And Adorns Nature With A New Thing.

What New Thoughts Are Suggested By Seeing A Face Of Country Quite Familiar, In The Rapid Movement Of The Rail-road Car!