Tis As Easy To Be Heroes As

Now The Heart Is So Full That A Drop Overfills It; We Are Happy Now Because God Wills It.

The Purely Great Whose Soul No Siren Passion Could Unsphere, Thou Nameless, Now A Power And Mixed With Fate.

It Is Curious For One Who Studies The Action And Reaction Of National Literature On Each Other, To See The Humor Of Swift And Sterne And Fielding, After Filtering Through Richter, Reappear In Carlyle With A Tinge Of Germanism That Makes It Novel, Alien, Or Even Displeasing, As The Case May Be, To The English Mind.

Virtue Treads Paths That End Not In The Grave.

My Soul Is Not A Palace Of The Past.