There's no glory like those who save their country.

What's up is faith, what's down is heresy.

By blood a king, in heart a clown.

So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.

The parting of a husband and wife is like the cleaving of a heart; one half will flutter here, one there.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver, thro' the wave that runs forever by the island in the river, flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls and four gray towers, overlook a space of flowers, and the silent isle imbowers, the Lady of Shalott.

For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.