You linger to see his back, and the back of his neck and shoulder-side...The Bending forward and backward of the rowers...
I am not contain'd between my hat and boots.
All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it.
The moon gives you light, and the bugles and the drums give you music, and my heart, O my soldiers, my veterans, my heart gives you love.
not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo, The hundred & fifty are dumb yet at Alamo.
O the joy of the strong-brawn'd fighter, towering in the arena in perfect condition, conscious of power, thirsting to meet his opponent.