Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject.
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
All clean and comfortable I sit down to write.
To silence gossip, don't repeat it.
I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.
I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.