Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.

The devil was the first democrat

If I could always read, I should never feel the want of company.

Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.

What men call gallantry, and gods adultery, is much more common where the climate's sultry.

Land of lost gods and godlike men.

For through the South the custom still commands The gentleman to kiss the lady's hands.