Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.
The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society.
What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.
The tears into his eyes were brought, And thanks and praises seemed to run So fast out of his heart, I thought They never would have done. -I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning.
His love was like the liberal air, embracing all, to cheer and bless.
A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.