Have you reckoned a thousand acres much? Have you reckoned the earth much?
Have you practiced so long to learn to read?
Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?
—from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there
—from ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas by Clement Clarke Moore
We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
—from The Tempest by Shakespeare
