I knelt, and with the fervor of a lip unused to the cool breath of reason, told my love.
Vulgarity is more obvious in satin than in homespun.
Of dead kingdoms I recall the soul, sitting amid their ruins
Pitch a lucky man into the Nile, says the Arabian proverb, and he will come up with a fish in his mouth!
The taste forever refines in the study of women.
We may believe that we shall know each other's forms hereafter; and in the bright fields of the better land call the lost dead to us.