A Christian, a Deist, a Turk, and a Jew, have equal rights: they are men and brethren.

Just a tender sense of my own process, that holds something of my connection with the divine.

Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.

Worlds on worlds are rolling ever From creation to decay, Like the bubbles on a river Sparkling, bursting, borne away.

The good want power, but to weep barren tears. The powerful goodness want: worse need for them. The wise want love; and those who love want wisdom.

Nature rejects the monarch, not the man; the subject, not the citizen... The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.

Cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.