From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.

Every great and original writer, in proportion as he is great and original, must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished.

Babylon, Learned and wise, hath perished utterly, Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh That would lament her.

Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.

There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast.

For by superior energies; more strict affiance in each other; faith more firm in their unhallowed principles, the bad have fairly earned a victory over the weak, the vacillating, inconsistent good.

The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration.