Wonder Is Not Precisely Knowing.

Finite To Fail, But Infinite To Venture.

Not 'revelation'-'tis That Waits/ But Our Unfurnished Eyes

Whenever A Thing Is Done For The First Time, It Releases A Little Demon.

There Is No Silence In The Earth - So Silent As That Endured Which Uttered, Would Discourage Nature And Haunt The World.

So Proud She Was To Die It Made Us All Ashamed That What We Cherished, So Unknown To Her Desire Seemed. So Satisfied To Go Where None Of Us Should Be, Immediately, That Anguish Stooped Almost To Jealousy.