No Wild Enthusiast Could Rest, Till Half

Tis Pleasant, Through The Loopholes Of Retreat, To Peep At Such A World; To See The Stir Of The Great Babel, And Not Feel The Crowd.

An Epigram Is But A Feeble Thing - With Straw In Tail, Stuck There By Way Of Sting.

Tea - The Cups That Cheer But Not Inebriate.

To Trace In Nature's Most Minute Design The Signature And Stamp Of Power Divine. ... The Invisible In Things Scarce Seen Revealed, To Whom An Atom Is An Ample Field.

... She, That Will With Kittens Jest, Should Bear A Kitten's Joke.