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?

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

The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.

Nature rejects the monarch, not the man; the subject, not the citizen... The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.

Love is free; to promise for ever to love the same woman is not less absurd than to promise to believe the same creed; such a vow in both cases excludes us from all inquiry.

The soul's joy lies in doing.

Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange