The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within.

The stormy March has come at last, With winds and clouds and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast That through the snowy valley flies.

To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.

War, like all other situations of danger and of change, calls forth the exertion of admirable intellectual qualities and great virtues, and it is only by dwelling on these, and keeping out of sight the sufferings and sorrows, and all the crimes and evils that follow in its train, that it has its glory in the eyes of men.

Poetry is that art which selects and arranges the symbols of thought in such a manner as to excite the imagination the most powerfully and delightfully.

All great poets have been men of great knowledge.

Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase is fruits of innocence and blessedness.