Repose her restless spirit needs to upknit Her ravelled strength […]

Nostalgia is almah, the Arab dancing girl. She tells me stories of the drowned, the deadest of this world's dead.

[H]e stood with his back against the chanting, toyi-toying boys, arms outstretched as a shield before them: the sergeant strangely distracted by the old authority enacted the same stance, but to hold his men back.

He is bury'd in a stately Sepulcher in the same Town where he was born.¹ … ¹ The temple-tomb at Chʻü-fu in Shantung ; it is about a mile from the modern city ; this 'stately Sepulcher' was at that time in a delapidated state of repair.