"Never see a dead post-boy, did you? " inquired Sam. "No, " rejoined Bob, "I never did. " "No! " rejoined Sam triumphantly. "Nor never vill; and there's another thing that no ma ...

And there was no day like that before it or after it.

Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud Without our special wonder?

It will have blood, they say: blood will have blood. Stones have been known to move and trees to speak; Augures and understood relations have By maggot-pies and choughs and rook ...

Long stood the noble youth oppress'd with awe, And stupid at the wondrous things he saw, Surpassing common faith, transgressing nature's law.

Many, O Lord my God, are Thy wonderful works.

Nothing but what astonishes is true.

O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!

O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful, and yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping!

Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, of straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.