Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
The people have nothing to do with the laws but to obey them.
It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.
Yes," I said, "for the love of God!
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful.