The English winter - ending in July to recommence in August

It is true from early habit, one must make love mechanically as one swims; I was once very fond of both, but now as I never swim unless I tumble into the water, I don't make love till almost obliged.

Sleep hath its own world, and the wide realm of wild reality.

Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.

[Armenian] is a rich language, however, and would amply repay any one the trouble of learning it.

The sight of blood to crowds begets the thirst of more, As the first wine-cup leads to the long revel.

So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.