"There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,There is a rapture on the lonely shore,There is society, where none intrudes,By the deep sea, and music in its roar:I love not man the less, but Nature more"
"We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading still to die."
"I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned."
"Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep."
"The light of love, the purity of grace,The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonised the whole —And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul!"
"They never fail who die in a great cause."