An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches with spire steeples which point as with a silent finger to the sky and stars.

Poetry has been to me its own exceeding great reward; it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the good and beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me.

I do not call the sod under my feet my country; but language-religion-government-blood-identity in these makes men of one country.

Oh worse than everything, is kindness counterfeiting absent love.

He holds him with his glittering eye, And listens like a three years' child.

Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.

That only can with propriety be styled refinement which, by strengthening the intellect, purifies the manners.