The cock's ſhrill clarion, or the ecchoing horn, / No more ſhall rouſe them from their lovvly bed.

After a passage of what we feel to be true poetry, there follows, inevitably, a passage of platitude which no critical pre-judgment can force us to admire;

In Jack London's urban gothic, the city's teratological economy comes to light in grotesque animal allegories.

The Cemeterial Division . . . has taken up the huge task of establishing contact with the mothers or widows of the 30,000 American soldiers who gave their all and whose bodies rest in graves across the sea.