In Many Ways Doth The Full Heart

Oh Sleep! It Is A Gentle Thing, Beloved From Pole To Pole, To Mary Queen The Praise Be Given! She Sent The Gentle Sleep From Heaven, That Slid Into My Soul.

The Principle Of The Gothic Architecture Is Infinity Made Imaginable.

The Moving Moon Went Up The Sky, And Nowhere Did Abide: Softly She Was Going Up, And A Star Or Two Beside.

Brute Animals Have The Vowel Sounds; Man Only Can Utter Consonants.

Force Yourself To Reflect On What You Read, Paragraph By Paragraph.