What is Death, so it be but glorious? 'Tis a sunset; And mortals may be happy to resemble The Gods but in decay.

The lapse of ages changes all things - time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing about, around, and underneath man, except man himself.

As falls the dew on quenchless sands, blood only serves to wash ambition's hands.

The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.

Think'st thou existence doth depend on time? It doth; but actions are our epochs.

A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.

Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art, For there thy habitation is the heart-- The heart which love of thee alone can bind; And when thy sons to fetters are consign'd-- To fetters and damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom.