O! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound a heart that's broken!

"Charge, Chester, charge! on, Stanley, on!" Were the last words of Marmion.

I am she, O most bucolical juvenal, under whose charge are placed the milky mothers of the herd.

What can they see in the longest kingly line in Europe, save that it runs back to a successful soldier?

Certainly," quoth Athelstane, "women are the least to be trusted of all animals, monks and abbots excepted.

Where, where was Roderick then? One blast upon his bugle horn Were worth a thousand men.

Besides, Rose Bradwardine, beautiful and amiable as we have described her, had not precisely the sort of beauty or merit which captivates a romantic imagination in early youth. She was too frank, too confiding, too kind; amiable qualities, undoubtedly, but destructive of the marvellous, with which a youth of imagination delights to dress the empress of his affections.