The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost,-too many, yet how few!
Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water! Ye happy mixture of more happy days!
They never fail who die in a great cause.
If a man proves too clearly and convincingly to himself...that a tiger is an optical illusion--well, he will find out he is wrong. The tiger will himself intervene in the discussion, in a manner which will be in every sense conclusive.
I am always most religious upon a sunshiny day.
I can't but say it is an awkward sight To see one's native land receding through The growing waters; it unmans one quite, Especially when life is rather new.