England! My Country, Great And Free! Heart

I Run The Gauntlet Of A File Of Doubts, Each One Of Which Down Hurls Me To The Ground.

Music Tells No Truths.

Who Can Mistake Great Thoughts? They Seize Upon The Mind; Arrest And Search, And Shake It; Bow The Tall Soul As By Wind; Rush Over It Like A River Reeds.

Joys Are Bubble-like--what Makes Them Bursts Them Too.

What Men Call Accident Is God's Own Part.