"Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave."
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"Champagne with its foaming whirls/As white as Cleopatra's pearls."
"War, war is still the cry,-"war even to the knife!""
"Then, fare thee well, deceitful Maid!"
"Still from the fount of joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings."
"Oh Rome! My country! City of the soul!"
"Parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till-'t is gone, and all is gray."
"Old man! 'Tis not difficult to die."
"Yet I did love thee to the last, As ferverently as thou, Who didst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now."
"[Armenian] is a rich language, however, and would amply repay any one the trouble of learning it."
"For all we know that English people are/ Fed upon beef - I won't say much of beer/ Because 'tis liquor only, and being far/ From this my subject, has no business here;/ We know too, they are very fond of war,/ A pleasure - like all pleasures - rather dear;/ So were the Cretans - from which I infer/ That beef and battle both were owing her"
"Our life is two fold Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality."
"I have always laid it down as a maxim -and found it justified by experience -that a man and a woman make far better friendships than can exist between two of the same sex -but then with the condition that they never have made or are to make love to each other."
"I have seen a thousand graves opened, and always perceived that whatever was gone, the teeth and hair remained of those who had died with them. Is not this odd? They go the very first things in youth and yet last the longest in the dust."
"With flowing tail and flying mane, Wide nostrils never stretched by pain, Mouth bloodless to bit or rein, And feet that iron never shod, And flanks unscar'd by spur or rod, A thousand horses - the wild - the free - Like waves that follow o'er the sea, Came thickly thundering on."
"And the small ripple spilt upon the beach Scarcely o'erpass'd the cream of your champagne, When o'er the brim the sparkling bumpers reach, That spring-dew of the spirit! the heart's rain! Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please,—the more because they preach in vain,— Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda-water the day after."
"My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears."
"A change came o'er the spirit of my dream."
"Yet still there whispers the small voice within, Heard through Gain's silence, and o'er Glory's din; Whatever creed be taught or land be trod, Man's conscience is the oracle of God."
"Yet smelt roast meat, beheld a huge fire shine, And cooks in motion with their clean arms bared."