Round my cradle shimmered the last moonbeams of the eighteenth century and the first morning rays of the nineteenth.

Our souls must become expanded by the contemplation of Nature's grandeur, before we can fully comprehend the greatness of man.

Matrimony; the high sea for which no compass has yet been invented.

Our sweetest hopes rise blooming. And then again are gone, They bloom and fade alternate, And so it goes rolling on. I know it, and it troubles My life, my love, my rest, My heart is wise and witty, And it bleeds within my breast.

All special charters of freedom must be abrogated where the universal law of freedom is to flourish.

The foolish race of mankind are swarming below in the night; they shriek and rage and quarrel - and all of them are right.

The beauteous dragonfly's dancing By the waves of the rivulet glancing; She dances here and she dances there, The glimmering, glittering flutterer fair. Full many a beetle with loud applause Admires her dress of azure gauze, Admires her body's bright splendour, And also her figure so slender...