Yes, there's a luck in most things; and in none more than being born at the right time.

Yes, there's a luck in most things; and in none more than being born at the right time.

A poet must sing for his own people.

Natural emotion is the soul of poetry, as melody is of music; the same faults are engendered by over-study of either art; there is a lack of sincerity, of irresistible impulse in both the poet and the, composer.

The poet is a creator, not an iconoclast, and never will tamely endeavor to say in prose what can only be expressed in song.

The poet who does not revere his art, and believe in its sovereignty, is not born to wear the purple.

Alas, by what rude fate Our lives, like ships at sea, an instant meet, Then part forever on their courses fleet.