All great poets have been men of great knowledge.

Thine eyes are springs in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen. Their lashes are the herbs that look On their young figures in the brook.

Sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep.

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.

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

All great poets have been men of great knowledge.