I'll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father.

The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.

The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn, Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return.

The only thing that is fundamental (real) is consciousness itself; all else is virtual- i.e., a result of an exchange of information within consciousness.

His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a lovelorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All my life with sorrow strewing; Wed or cease to woo.