When a damp/ Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand/ The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew/ Soul-animating strains - alas, too few!

And it came to pass, when he was come, that he blew a trumpet in the mountain of Ephraim, and the children of Israel went down with him from the mount, and he before them.

Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.

Wisdom is oft times nearer when we stoop than when we soar

She was a phantom of delightWhen first she gleamed upon my sight.

Beloved Vale, I said, When I shall con those many records of my childish years