Perhaps no person can be a poet, or can even enjoy poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind.
Such night in England ne'er had been, nor ne'er again shall be.
The temple of silence and reconciliation.
Your Constitution is all sail and no anchor.
The desire of posthumous fame and the dread of posthumous reproach and execration are feelings from the influence of which scarcely any man is perfectly free, and which in many men are powerful and constant motives of action.
In the modern languages there was not, six hundred years ago, a single volume which is now read. The library of our profound scholar must have consisted entirely of Latin books.