A drop of ink may make a million think.

Above or Love, Hope, Hate or Fear, It lives all passionless and pure: An age shall fleet like earthly year; Its years in moments shall endure. Away, away, without a wing, O'er all, through all, its thought shall fly; A nameless and eternal thing, Forgetting what it was to die.

Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more! though fallen, great!

The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.

My native land, good night!

Tyranny Is far the worst of treasons. Dost thou deem None rebels except subjects? The prince who Neglects or violates his trust is more A brigand than the robber-chief.

Absence - that common cure of love.