Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may last!

The cloud shadows of midnight possess their own repose.

a single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought

Worlds on worlds are rolling ever From creation to decay, Like the bubbles on a river Sparkling, bursting, borne away.

Had this author [Sir W Drummond Academical Questions, chap. iii.], instead of inveighing against the guilt and absurdity of atheism, demonstrated its falsehood, his conduct would have, been more suited to the modesty of the skeptic and the toleration of the philosopher.

Poets, not otherwise than philosophers, painters, sculptors, and musicians, are, in one sense, the creators, and, in another, the creations, of their age.

Kings are like stars,-they rise and set, they have The worship of the world, but no repose.