Freedom

All civil charms And priestly spells which late held hearts in awe— Fear-bound, subjected to a better sway Than sway of self; these like a dream dissolve, And man rebounds whole aeons back in nature.

Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, Nor public men, nor cheering crowds, A lonely impulse of delight Drove to this tumult in the clouds.

The love of liberty is the love of others; the love of power is the love of ourselves.

Freedom is not procured by a full enjoyment of what is desired, but by controlling the desire.