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.

There is no traitor like him whose domestic treason plants the poniard within the breast that trusted to his truth

Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.

Since Eve ate the apple, much depends on dinner.

Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell Then shriek'd the timid, and stood still the brave, Then some leap'd overboard with fearful yell, As eager to anticipate their grave.

My altars are the mountains and the ocean.

He who is only just is cruel; who Upon the earth would live were all judged justly?