Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night?

O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day!

What call thou solitude? Is not the earth with various living creatures, and the air replenished, and all these at thy command to come and play before thee?

Confidence imparts a wonderful inspiration to the possessor.

A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold, And pavement stars,--as stars to thee appear Seen in the galaxy, that milky way Which nightly as a circling zone thou seest Powder'd with stars.

Anarchy is the sure consequence of tyranny; for no power that is not limited by laws can ever be protected by them.

God is thy law, thou mine.