Poetry is certainly something more than good sense, but it must be good sense, at all events, just as a palace is more than a house, but it must be a house, at least.

A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.

Sublimity is Hebrew by birth.

A woman in a single state may be happy and may be miserable; but most happy, most miserable, these are epithets belonging to a wife.

The once red leaf, the last of its clan, that dances as often as dance it can.

Those who best know human nature will acknowledge most fully what a strength light hearted nonsense give to a hard working man

In what way, or by what manner of working, God changes a soul from evil to good, how He impregnates the barren rock--the priceless gems and gold--is to the human mind an impenetrable mystery, in all cases alike.