For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!

A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands.

My turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view, that it breaks out in spite of me every now and then.

Yon Sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native land-Good Night!

When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the World.

Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair spirit for my minister

Mark! Where his carnage and his conquests cease, He makes a solitude and calls it-peace!