Genius, with all its pride in its own strength, is but a dependent quality, and cannot put forth its whole powers nor claim all its honors without an amount of aid from the talents and labors of others which it is difficult to calculate.
Poetry is the eloquence of verse.
Truth crushed to the earth will rise again!
A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep.
A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty.
Yet will that beauteous image make The dreary sea less drear And thy remembered smile will wake The hope that tramples fear