A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
The heart will break, but broken live on.
He scratched his ear, the infallible resource to which embarrassed people have recourse.
Fills The air around with beauty.
He was a man of his times. with one virtue and a thousand crimes. (The Corsair)