She poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the thirst of his spirit.

A throng of bearded men in sad-colored garments and gray, steeple-crowned hats, intermixed with women, some wearing hoods, and other bareheaded, was assembled in front of a wooden edifice, the door of which was heavily timbered with oak, and studded with iron spikes.

Not yet hardened, many young die good.

A screen... the scenery and the figures of life were perfectly represented, but with that bewitching, yet indescribably difference, which always makes a picture, an image, or a shadow, so much more attractive than the original.

The divine chemistry works in the subsoil.

No, my little Pearl! Thou must gather thine own sunshine. I have none to give thee.

Come, therefore, and let us fling mud at them!