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

A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard... Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.

The unconquerable pang of despised love.

The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an angel's wing.

Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room; And hermits are contented with their cells.

Society became my glittering bride, And airy hopes my children.

Faith is, necessary to explain anything, and to reconcile the foreknowledge of God with human evil.