The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.
Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm.
Great God! I'd rather be a Pagan.
Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none; / Look up a second time, and, one by one, / You mark them twinkling out with silvery light, / And wonder how they could elude the sight!