I threw it clear across the river to the other side.

My husband bought some guelder roses from an Albanian

She playfully called herself a tragedienne, much like Juliet Capulet, and she thought of Timmy as her Romeo Montague.

There she lay, With brow so pale,—who yester-morn breath'd forth Through joyous smiles her superflux of bliss Into the hearts of others.