I want a brighter word than bright

O Solitude! If I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap of murky buildings

Should Disappointment, parent of Despair, Strive for her son to seize my careless heart; When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air, Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart: Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright, And fright him as the morning frightens night!

But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings That fill the sky with silver glitterings!

I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you.

I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.

I would jump down Etna for any public good - but I hate a mawkish popularity.