To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together... humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.

From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.

Like thoughts whose very sweetness yielded proof that they were born for immortality.

Poetry has never brought me in enough money to buy shoestrings.

A Briton even in love should be A subject, not a slave!

In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard seat And birds and flowers once more to greet. . . .

Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows That for oblivion take their daily birth From all the fuming vanities of earth.