Bible reading is an education in itself.
But the churchmen fain would kill their church, As the churches have kill'd their Christ.
Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, oh sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.
There's no glory like those who save their country.
The passionate heart of the poet is whirled into folly and vice.
The golden guess is morning-star to the full round of truth.