The Victory Of Endurance Born.

Virtue Cannot Dwell With Slaves, Nor Reign O'er Those Who Cower To Take A Tyrant's Yoke.

I Hear The Howl Of The Wind That Brings The Long Drear Storm On Its Heavy Wings.

Follow Thou Thy Choice.

Eloquence Is The Poetry Of Prose.

Poetry Is That Art Which Selects And Arranges The Symbols Of Thought In Such A Manner As To Excite The Imagination The Most Powerfully And Delightfully.