What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

O Reader! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring, O gentle Reader! you would find A tale in everything.

The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.

Turning, for them who pass, the common dust Of servile opportunity to gold.

No motion has she now, no force; she neither hears nor sees; rolled around in earth's diurnal course, with rocks, and stones, and trees.

"One impulse from a vernal wood

Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep/ Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind.