And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon.

For thy sake, tobacco, I would do anything but die.

I have had playmates, I have had companions; In my days of childhood, in my joyful school days - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

English physicians kill you, the French let you die.

As half in shade and half in sun This world along its path advances, May that side the sun 's upon Be all that e'er shall meet thy glances!

There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet.

A poor relation is the most irrelevant thing in nature, a piece of non pertinent correspondence, an odious approximation, a haunting conscience, a preposterous shadow, lengthening in the noontide of our prosperity.