All clean and comfortable I sit down to write.

There is an old saying "well begun is half done"-'tis a bad one. I would use instead-Not begun at all 'til half done.

To Hope "When by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom; When no fair dreams before my 'mind's eye' flit, And the bare heath of life presents no bloom; Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed, And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head.

Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.

I have loved the principle of beauty in all things.

But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings That fill the sky with silver glitterings!

O latest born and loveliest vision far of all Olympus' faded hierarchy.