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.

The great secret of morals is Love; or a going out of our own nature, and an identification of ourselves with the beautiful which exists in thought, action, or person, not our own.

Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted.

The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame Over his living head like heaven is bent, An early but enduring monument, Came, veiling all the lightnings of his song In sorrow.

The crime of inquiry is one which religion never has forgiven.

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

Poetry, in a general sense, may be defined to be 'the expression of the imagination': and poetry is connate with the origin of man.