And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it may become a hero.
As soon as histories are properly told there is no more need of romances.
Forsake all inhibitions, Pursue thy dreams.
And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me.
I sing the body electric.
...of two simple men I saw today on the pier in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends, the one to remain hung on the other's neck and passionately kissed him. While the one to depart tightly pressed the one to remain in his arms.