To be perfectly original one should think much and read little, and this is impossible, for one must have read before one has learnt to think.

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean

Still from the fount of joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings.

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!

Who tracks the steps of glory to the grave?

What want these outlaws conquerors should have but history's purchased page to call them great?

The mind can make substance, and people planets of its own with beings brighter than have been, and give a breath to forms which can outlive all flesh.