Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.
The love-lorn nightingale nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well.
Books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them....I know they are as lively and as vigorously productive as those fabulous dragon's teeth and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men.
The martyrs shook the powers of darkness with the irresistible power of weakness.
Our country is where ever we are well off.
Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods thyself a Goddess.