I can't but say it is an awkward sight To see one's native land receding through The growing waters; it unmans one quite, Especially when life is rather new.

[Armenian] is a rich language, however, and would amply repay any one the trouble of learning it.

He learned the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, And how to scale a fortress - or a nunnery.

Talent may be in time forgiven, but genius never

It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment - but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?

Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.

Nothing so difficult as a beginning In poesy, unless perhaps the end.