Within the branching shade of Reverie / Dreams even may spring till autumn; yet none be / ⁠Like woman's budding day-dream spirit-fann'd.

I stumbled along through the young pines and huckleberry bushes. Pretty soon I struck into a sort of path that, I cal'lated, might lead to the road I was hunting for. It twisted and turned, and, the first thing I knew, made a sudden bend around a bunch of bayberry scrub and opened out into a big clear space like a lawn.

Restoration of the old empires was not the aim of the totalitarian revolutions in Russia and Germany, since both wanted to bring back the millenarian empire.

All this, without a gloss or comment, / He would unriddle in a moment.