Forget all feuds, and shed one English tear O'er English dust. A broken heart lies here.

There you [Sir Robert Peel] sit, doing penance for the disingenuousness of years.

The sweeter sound of woman's praise.

A man who has never looked on Niagra has but a faint idea of a cataract; and he who has not read Barere's Memoirs may be said not to know what it is to lie.