License they mean when they cry Liberty; For who loves that, must first be wise and good.
The brazen throat of war.
Beauty is God's handwriting-a wayside sacrament.
Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies.
Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end.
A boundless continent, Dark, waste, and wild, under the frown of night Starless expos'd.