God sifted a whole nation that he might send choice grain over into this wilderness.
Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade,
Where rumour of oppression and deceit,
Of unsuccessful or successful war,
Might never reach me more.
Oh that I had in the wilderness a lodging-place of wayfaring men!
O Love! in such a wilderness as this.
Mastering the lawless science of our law,—
That codeless myriad of precedent,
That wilderness of single instances.
A wilderness of sweets.
One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning.