I dread the events of the future, not in themselves but in their results.

If you run out of ideas follow the road; you'll get there

In beauty of face no maiden ever equaled her. It was the radiance of an opium-dream - an airy and spirit-lifting vision more wildly divine than the fantasies which hovered about the slumbering souls of the daughters of Delos.

He is, as you say, a remarkable horse, a prodigious horse, although as you very justly observe, a suspicious and untractable character.

Scorching my seared heart with a pain, not hell shall make me fear again.

Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells, From the bells, bells, bells.

We allude to the short prose narrative, requiring from a half hour to one or two hours in its perusal