Now, my Sacontalá, you are becomingly decorated: put on this lower veſt, the gift of ſylvan goddeſſes.

Someone would love to have my first world problems / Kill the moon and turn out the sun / Lock your door and load your gun / Free at last now the time has come to choose

They cannot be dreamy Daniels, they cannot be spasmodic — gallop one half-hour, and slacken the next.

He mused with them occasionally that he was from East Carolina—the state situated between North and South Carolina, which should not be confused with the state of West Carolina, which bordered the Atlantic on the west side of the ocean.