[…] pegging back Head Play in the last few strides to win by a nose.

If you see a long yellow streak of all fine smoke / That’s my rocket pulling out, that’s all she wrote / […]

[…] Sally was in good health and spirits […] and earnestly desirous of “doing her best for the child she had nursed when pap and dillwater was its daily bread.”

The very source and fount of day / Is dash'd with wandering isles of night.