Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.

A pard-like spirit, beautiful and swift.

Constancy has nothing virtuous in itself, independently of the pleasure it confers, and partakes of the temporizing spirit of vice in proportion as it endures tamely moral defects of magnitude in the object of its indiscreet choice.

My neighbour, or my servant, or my child, has done me an injury, and it is just that he should suffer an injury in return. Such is the doctrine which Jesus Christ summoned his whole resources of persuasion to oppose.

If certain Critics were as clearsighted as they are malignant, how great would be the benefit to be derived from their writings!

Thou hast a voice, great Mountain, to repeal. Large codes of fraud and woe; not understood by all, but which the wise, and great, and good interpret, or make felt, or deeply feel.

Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!