I think it better that in times like these a poet's mouth be silent, f >>
I wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember, the p >>
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under >>
A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generat >>
The stern hand of fate has scourged us to an elevation where we can se >>
They never fail who die in a great cause. >>
Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. O. When may it suffice?