...Ere midnight’s frown and morning’s smile, ere thou and peace may meet.

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

Those who inflict must suffer, for they see The work of their own hearts, and this must be Our chastisement or recompense.

The odious and disgusting aristocracy of wealth is built upon the ruins of all that is good in chivalry or republicanism; and luxury is the forerunner of a barbarism scarcely capable of cure.

He has outsoared the shadow of our night; envy and calumny and hate and pain, and that unrest which men miscall delight, can touch him not and torture not again; from the contagion of the world's slow stain, he is secure.

What! alive, and so bold, O earth?

Familiar acts are beautiful through love.