How many minds--almost all the great ones--were formed in secrecy and solitude!

Poetry interprets in two ways: it interprets by expressing, with magical felicity, the physiognomy and movements of the outward world; and it interprets by expressing, with inspired conviction, the ideas and laws of the inward world of man's moral and spiritual nature. In other words, poetry is interpretative both by having natural magic in it, and by having moral profundity.

All knowledge is interesting to a wise man, and the knowledge of nature is interesting to all men.

Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.

And each day brings it's pretty dust, Our soon-choked souls to fll And we forget because we must, And not because we will.

ForTime, not Corydon, hath conquered thee.

Good poetry does undoubtedly tend to form the soul and character; it tends to beget a love of beauty and of truth in alliance together, it suggests, however indirectly, high and noble principles of action, and it inspires the emotion so helpful in making principles operative.