The Nile, Forever New And Old, Among

I Like That Ancient Saxon Phrase, Which Calls, The Burial-ground God's-acre.

The Helicon Of Too Many Poets Is Not A Hill Crowned With Sunshine And Visited By The Muses And The Graces, But An Old, Mouldering House, Full Of Gloom And Haunted By Ghosts.

Defeat May Be Victory In Disguise.

In The World's Broad Field Of Battle, In The Bivouac Of Life, Be Not Like Dumb, Driven Cattle! Be A Hero In The Strife!

It Has Done Me Good To Be Somewhat Parched By The Heat And Drenched By The Rain Of Life.