Underneath Day's azure eyes, Ocean's nursling, Venice lies, A peopled labyrinth of walls, Amphitrite's destined halls

Whatever strengthens and purifies the affections, enlarges the imagination, and adds spirit to sense, is useful.

In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.

Far clouds of feathery gold, Shaded with deepest purple, gleam Like islands on a dark blue sea.

Ah! what a divine religion might be found out if charity were really made the principle of it instead of faith.

When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead - When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed.

When merciless ambition, or mad zeal, has led two hosts of dupes to battlefield, That, blind, they there may dig each other's graves, And call the sad work glory.