Ring down the curtain on To-day And give the Past the right of way, Till fields of battle red with rust, Shine through the ashes and the dust Across the Age, and burn as plain As glowing Mars through window-pane.

However, young neanids, as well as imagos, occur every year in all observed populations.

I knew about heart checks from Rossetti – one of the few members of my security team who'd been to prison.

I write not this with the leaſt intention to undervalue the other parts of Poetry: for Comedy is both excellently inſtructive, and extreamly pleaſant: […]