Grammar is the analysis of language.

A poem deserves its title only inasmuch as it excites, by elevating the soul.

I have been happy, though in a dream. I have been happy-and I love the theme: Dreams! in their vivid colouring of life As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife

And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams-- In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams!

It would be mockery to call such dreariness heaven at all.

You call it hope-that fire of fire! It is but agony of desire.

No pictorial or sculptural combinations of points of human loveliness, do more than approach the living and breathing human beauty as it gladdens our daily path.