After a debauch of thunder-shower, the weather takes the pledge and signs it with a rainbow.

True art selects and paraphrases, but seldom gives a verbatim translation.

O Liberty...! is it well To leave the gates unguarded?

Gracious to all, to none subservient, Without offense he spoke the word he meant

But I, in the chilling twilight stand and wait At the portcullis, at thy castle gate, Longing to see the charmed door of dreams Turn on its noiseless hinges, delicate sleep!

So I sit there kicked my heels, thinking about New Orleans, and watching a morbid blue-bottle fly attempt to commit suicide by butting his head against the windowpane.

Dialect tempered with slang is an admirable medium of communication between persons who have nothing to say and persons who would not care for anything properly said.