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.

History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page.

There are some feelings time cannot benumb, Nor torture shake.

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.

Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes sin's a pleasure.

Who then will explain the explanation?

My altars are the mountains and the ocean.