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• Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down, Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, With here and there a violet bestrewn, Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave
  And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave!...
• Go! you may call it madness, folly; You shall not chase my gloom away!
  There 's such a charm in melancholy I would not if I could be gay. -- Samuel Rogers (1763-1855)...
• We wish that this column, rising towards heaven among the pointed spires of so many temples dedicated to God, may contribute also to produce in all minds a pious feeling of dependence and gratitude.
  We wish, finally, that the last object to the sight of him who leaves his native shore, and the first to gladden his who revisits it, may be something which shall remind him of the liberty and the glory of his country....
• As you are, so shall you wish. As you wish, so shall it be.
• By Pendragon's sword the Dark shall fall!
• I wish to be cremated. One tenth of my ashes shall be given to my agent, as written in our contract.
  Groucho Marx...
• I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen, Of Meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have bee
  Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were, With morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair....
• The bland leadeth the bland and they both shall fall into the kitsch.
• The bland leadeth the bland and they both shall fall into the kitsch.