To one who has been long in city pent, ’Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament.

I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave - thank God for the quiet grave

There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.

Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?

As the Swiss inscription says: Sprechen ist silbern, Schweigen ist golden,- "Speech is silvern, Silence is golden;" or, as I might rather express it, Speech is of Time, Silence is of Eternity.

What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.

You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour.