That day of wrath, that dreadful day. When heaven and earth shall pass away.
Vengeance to God alone belongs; But, when I think of all my wrongs My blood is liquid flame!
One or two of these scoundrel statesmen should be shot once a-year, just to keep the others on their good behavior.
Woman's faith and woman's trust, Write the characters in dust.
November's sky is chill and drear, November's leaf is red and sear.
A few drops sprinkled on the torch of love make the flame blaze the brighter.