A pard-like spirit, beautiful and swift.

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.

... Virtue owns a more eternal foe Than Force or Fraud: old Custom, legal Crime, And bloody Faith the foulest birth of Time.

Those who love not their fellow-beings live unfruitful lives, and prepare for their old age a miserable grave.

To hearts which near each other move From evening close to morning light,The night is good; because, my love,They never say good-night.

The jealous keys of truth's eternal doors.

The splendors of the firmament of time May be eclipsed, but are extinguished not; Like stars to their appointed height they climb And death is a low mist which cannot blot The brightness it may veil.