The streams run on, in bold, malicious haste, His lip can touch the fruit, but cannot taste; In vain he struggles from his chain to burst The stream, the fruit's ungained—unquenched his thirst!

The less we look abroad, the more our ideas are introverted, and our habitual impressions... grow together into a kind of concrete substance.

The Schynige Platte Railway carries on its traffic with no more than four electric locomotives (with one steam locomotive in reserve).

[W]oman's loveliness had heretofore been an unturned page in the young man's life.