Opinions are made to be changed or how is truth to be got at?

A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.

If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher's cleaver.

So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry.

Are not the mountains, waves, and skies as much a part of me, as I of them?

I have had, and may have still, a thousand friends, as they are called, in life, who are like one's partners in the waltz of this world -not much remembered when the ball is over.

He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.