Or does some brighter spirit, un forlorn, Send you, my little sister of the wood, To say to some one on a cloudful morn, Life lives through death, my brother, all is good ?

In addition to the distinction of a white frock, every woman and girl carried in her right hand a peeled willow-wand, and in her left a bunch of white flowers.

There was the same enforced composure on her face, that there had been when she was dressing; and the wreath upon her head encircled the same cold and steady brow. But it would have been better to have seen its leaves and flowers reft into fragments by her passionate hand, […]

Craig Mundie, the software giant's chief technical officer, is not a typical Microsoftie.