Death will come when thou art dead, soon, too soon.
There is a harmony In autumn, and a luster in its sky...
He wanders, like a day-appearing dream, Through the dim wildernesses of the mind; Through desert woods and tracts, which seem Like ocean, homeless, boundless, unconfined.
Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.
Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
Obscenity, which is ever blasphemy against the divine beauty in life, is a monster for which the corruption of society forever brings forth new food, which it devours in secret.