The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats, tho' unseen, amongst us.

Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.

Just a tender sense of my own process, that holds something of my connection with the divine.

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

The emptiness and folly of retaliation are apparent from every example which can be brought forward. Not only Jesus Christ, but the most eminent professors of every sect of philosophy, have reasoned against this futile superstition.

Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong: They learn in suffering what they teach in song.

There is eloquence in the tongueless wind, and a melody in the flowing brooks and the rustling of the reeds beside them, which by their inconceivable relation to something within the soul, awaken the spirits to a dance of breathless rapture, and bring tears of mysterious tenderness to the eyes, like the enthusiasm of patriotic success, or the voice of one beloved singing to you alone.