Romances I ne'er read like those I have seen.

Old man! 'Tis not difficult to die.

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

There is, in fact, no law or government at all; and it is wonderful how well things go on without them.

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!

Love rules the camp, the court, the grove - for love is Heaven, and Heaven is love.

What makes a regiment of soldiers a more noble object of view than the same mass of mob? Their arms, their dresses, their banners, and the art and artificial symmetry of their position and movements.