He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.

An original something, dear maid, you would wish me to write; but how shall I begin? For I'm sure I have not original in me, Excepting Original Sin.

It's not about the body; you are consciousness. That's what you are. Your consciousness is already out of your body. You don't need to get out of your body, you just need to get into your consciousness.

Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree-- It has been, and shall be, the land of the free.

The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began, Dropt on the world--a sacred gift to man.

Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.

Who hail thee, Man! the pilgrim of the day, spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay.