This Sort Of Adoration Of The Real

But Beef Is Rare Within These Oxless Isles; Goat's Flesh There Is, No Doubt, And Kid, And Mutton; And, When A Holiday Upon Them Smiles, A Joint Upon Their Barbarous Spits They Put On.

Happiness Was Born A Twin.

The Sky Is Changed,-and Such A Change! O Night And Storm And Darkness! Ye Are Wondrous Strong, Yet Lovely In Your Strength, As Is The Light Of A Dark Eye In Woman! Far Along, From Peak To Peak, The Rattling Crags Among, Leaps The Live Thunder.

Most Glorious Night! Thou Wert Not Sent For Slumber!

There Is, In Fact, No Law Or Government At All; And It Is Wonderful How Well Things Go On Without Them.