I would rather have a nod from an American, than a snuff- box from an emperor.

I awoke one day to find myself famous.

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.

There is no traitor like him whose domestic treason plants the poniard within the breast that trusted to his truth

Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.

Egypt! from whose all dateless tombs arose Forgotten Pharaohs from their long repose, And shook within their pyramids to hear A new Cambyses thundering in their ear; While the dark shades of forty ages stood Like startled giants by Nile's famous flood.

I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse -- borne away with every breath!