February... Bending from Heaven, in azure mirth, It kissed the forehead of the Earth, And smiled upon the silent sea, And bade the frozen streams be free, And waked to music all their fountains, And breathed upon the frozen mountains.

A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds; his auditors are as men entranced by the melody of an unseen musician, who feel that they are moved and softened, yet know not whence or why.

The advocates of literal interpretation have been the most efficacious enemies of those doctrines whose nature they profess to venerate.

The soul's joy lies in doing.

Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number- Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you Ye are many-they are few.

A pard-like spirit, beautiful and swift.

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