I am the Child that motherless must weep, To hallow and enchasten all the land; And I am motherhood that cannot sleep, Without the pressure of a tiny hand. […]

The results of the experiment looked impressive, but it turned out the numbers had been fudged.

Sing Heav'nly Muſe, that on the secret top / Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didſt inſpire / That Shepherd, who firſt taught the choſen Seed, / In the Beginning how the Heav'ns and Earth / Roſe out of Chaos: …

Some students do part-time work as shelvers in the library.