[T]he southern court of the ballium had become a flower-garden, with quaint terraces, statues, knots of flowers, clipped yews and hollies, and all the pedantries of the topiarian art.

No sweet grape lies hidden here in the shade of its vine-leaves, No fermenting must fills and o'erflows the deep vats.

One of the three volumes Cyby had brought was as large as the top of a small table […] ; from the arms impressed upon its saffian cover, I supposed it to be the history of some old noble family.

With him were 60,000 combat engineers for multiple bridgings of the river, and hundreds of thousands of tons of supplies, landing craft, and amphibious vehicles.