The power to bind and loose to Truth is given: The mouth that speaks it is the mouth of Heaven, The power, which in a sense belongs to none, Thus understood belongs to every one.

Much of our ignorance is of ourselves. Our eyes are full of dust. Prejudice blinds us.

The grave, where sets the orb of being, sets To rise, ascend, and culminate above Eternity's horizon evermore.

Within a bony labrinthean cave, Reached by the pulse of the aerial wave, This sibyl, sweet, and Mystic Sense is found, Muse, that presides o'er all the Powers of Sound.

O loving woman, man's fulfillment, sweet, Completing him not otherwise complete! How void and useless the sad remnant left Were he of her, his nobler part, bereft.

True love is humble, thereby is it known; Girded for service, seeking not its own; Vaunts not itself, but speaks in self-dispraise.

O, beautiful and grand, My own, my native land! Of thee I boast: Great empire of the west, The dearest and the best, Made up of all the rest, I love thee most.

Words are freeborn, and not the vassals of the gruff tyrants of prose to do their bidding only. They have the same right to dance and sing as the dewdrops have to sparkle and the stars to shine.

I value science--none can prize it more, It gives ten thousand motives to adore: Be it religious, as it ought to be, The heart it humbles, and it bows the knee.

Poetry is unfallen speech. Paradise knew no other, for no other would suffice to answer the need of those ecstatic days of innocence.

Eternity! How know we but we stand On the precipitous and crumbling verge Of Time e'en now, Eternity below?

Nature is often hidden, sometimes overcome, seldom extinguished.

Poetry is the purest form of insanity.

Iraq is part of a legitimate American effort not to have democracy everywhere but to have democracy somewhere.

War is the father and king of all.

When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!

There are as many loves as there are hearts.

What editors are obliged to appear to say that

The trouble in America is not that we are making too many mistakes, but that we are making too few.

A great shot is when you pull it off. A smart shot is when you don't have the guts to try it.

Here's the point to be made - there are no synonyms. There are no two words that mean exactly the same thing.