The soul's joy lies in doing.

I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die.

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.

To be omnipotent but friendless is to reign.

Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.

Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being. Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing.