So will I build my altar in the fields, And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be, And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields Shall be the incense I will yield to thee.

An orphan's curse would drag to hell, a spirit from on high; but oh! more horrible than that, is a curse in a dead man's eye!

The fair breeze blew, The white foam flew, And the forrow followed free. We were the first to ever burst into the silent sea.

Deep thinking is attainable only by a man of deep feeling, and all truth is a species of revelation

Works of imagination should be written in very plain language; the more purely imaginative they are the more necessary it is to be plain.

The book of Job is pure Arab poetry of the highest and most antique cast.

O pure of heart! Thou needest not ask of me what this strong music in the soul may be!