I love all waste and solitary places.

Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.

If certain Critics were as clearsighted as they are malignant, how great would be the benefit to be derived from their writings!

A lovely lady, garmented in light From her own beauty.

This is Heaven, when pain and evil cease, and when the Benignant Principle, untrammelled and uncontrolled, visits in the fulness of its power the universal frame of things.

Poetry, in a general sense, may be defined to be 'the expression of the imagination': and poetry is connate with the origin of man.

All love is sweet, given or received.