A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.

I must lay down the law as I understand it, and as I read it in books of authority.

Hence, viper thoughts, that coil around my mind,Reality's dark dream!I turn from you, and listen to the wind,Which long has raved unnoticed.

Our own heart, and not other men's opinion, forms our true honor.

Motives by excess reverse their very nature and instead of exciting, stun and stupefy the mind.

I look'd to Heav'n, and try'd to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came and made My heart as dry as dust.

I have seen great intolerance shown in support of tolerance.