That sweet sleep which medicines all pain.

Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.

A dream has power to poison sleep.

Of Planets, struggling fierce towards heaven's free wilderness.

Government is an evil; it is only the thoughtlessness and vices of men that make it a necessary evil. When all men are good and wise, government will of itself decay.

A lovely lady, garmented in light From her own beauty.

Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!