That prose is a verse, and verse is a prose; convincing all, by demonstrating plain – poetic souls delight in prose insane

He who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him.

America is a model of force and freedom and moderation - with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.

Who tracks the steps of glory to the grave?

And Mocha's berry, from Arabia pure, In small fine china cups, came in at last. Gold cups of filigree, made to secure the hand from burning, underneath them place. Cloves, cinnamon and saffron, too, were boiled Up with the coffee, which, I think, they spoiled.

I have not loved the world, nor the world me.

A bargain is in its very essence a hostile transaction do not all men try to abate the price of all they buy? I contend that a bargain even between brethren is a declaration of war.