The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature's eye.
The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
Men are but children of a larger growth.
Imagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the soul, makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints.
Dead men tell no tales.
A happy genius is the gift of nature.