A cheerful life is what the Muses love. A soaring spirit is their prime delight.

I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.

The Eagle, he was lord above

If thou art beautiful, and youth and thought endue thee with all truth-be strong;--be worthy of the grace of God.

The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears.

A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor.

poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge