Poor little Foal of an oppressed race! I love the languid patience of thy face.

We must follow the old authorities and precedents in criminal matters.

The rules of prudence, like the laws of the stone tables, are for the most part prohibitive. "Thou shalt not" is their characteristic formula.

The sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark; With far-heard whisper o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark.

Love is flower like; Friendship is like a sheltering tree.

How strange and awful is the synthesis of life and death in the gusty winds and falling leaves of an autumnal day!

A Falsehood is, in one sense, a dead thing; but too often it moves about, galvanized by self-will, and pushes the living out of their seats.