The Gates Of Thought, - How Slow

This Valley Is The Only Place That Comes Up To The Brag About It, And Exceeds It.

There Is Really No Insurmountable Barrier Save Your Own Inherent Weakness Of Purpose.

By The Rude Bridge That Arched The Flood, Their Flag To April's Breeze Unfurled, Here Once The Embattled Farmers Stood, And Fired The Shot Heard Round The World.

The Perception Of The Comic Is A Tie Of Sympathy With Other Men.

When I Behold A Rich Landscape, It Is Less To My Purpose To Recite Correctly The Order And Superposition Of The Strata, Than To Know Why All Thought Of Multitude Is Lost In A Tranquil Sense Of Unity.