I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.

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?

Rulers, who neither see, nor feel, nor know, but leech-like to their fainting country cling, till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow, - a people starved and stabbed in the untilled field.

The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats, tho' unseen, amongst us.

Revenge is the naked idol of the worship of a semi-barbarous age.

Tragedy delights by affording a shadow of the pleasure which exists in pain.

He hath awakened from the dream of life.