This is the day, which down the void abysm At the Earth-born's spell yawns for Heaven's despotism And Conquest is dragged captive through the deep: Love, from its awful throne of patient power In the wise heart, from the last giddy hour Of dread endurance, from the slippery, steep, And narrow verge of crag-like agony, springs And folds over the world its healing wings.

Man, who wert once a despot and a slave, A dupe and a deceiver! a decay, A traveller from the cradle to the grave Through the dim night of this immortal day.

Gentleness, Virtue, Wisdom, and Endurance, These are the seals of that most firm assurance Which bars the pit over Destruction's strength; And if, with infirm …

Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.

I've watched thee every hour - I know my mighty sway - I know my magic power To drive thy griefs away -

The Government of the absolute majority instead of the Government of the people is but the Government of the strongest interests; and when not efficiently chec…

Those who love to be feared fear to be loved, and they themselves are more afraid than anyone, for whereas other men fear only them, they fear everyone.