With the tears a Land hath shed. Their graves should ever be green.

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.

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.

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

It were better to be a soldier's widow than a coward's wife.

Sorrow itself is not so hard to bear As the thought of sorrow coming. Airy ghosts, That work no harm, do terrify us more Than men in steel with bloody purposes. Death is not dreadful; 'tis the dread of death— We die whene'er we think of it!

With the tears a Land hath shed. Their graves should ever be green.