See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea - What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?

The cloud shadows of midnight possess their own repose.

All high poetry is infinite; it is as the first acorn, which contained all oaks potentially.

Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.

In a drama of the highest order there is little food for censure or hatred; it teaches rather self-knowledge and self-respect.

Love's very pain is sweet

At the very time that philosophers of the most enterprising benevolence were founding in Greece those institutions which have rendered it the wonder and luminary of the world, am I required to believe that the weak and wicked king of an obscure and barbarous nation, a murderer, a traitor and a tyrant, was the man after God's own heart?