Even his griefs are a joy long after to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured.

A young man is embarrassed to question an older one.

Now son, you don’t want to drink beer. That’s for Daddies, and kids with fake IDs.

Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws, and asks no omen, but his country's cause.

The leader, mingling with the vulgar host, Is in the common mass of matter lost.

Beauty- it was a glorious gift of nature.

Goddess of song, teach me the story of a hero.