Poetry is the eloquence of verse.

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.

Beautiful isles! beneath the sunset skies tall, silver-shafted palm-trees rise, between full orange-trees that shade the living colonade.

Adversity is the nurse of greatness which roughly rocks her patients back to health.

Yet will that beauteous image make The dreary sea less drear And thy remembered smile will wake The hope that tramples fear

The hushed winds their Sabbath keep.

The birch-bark canoe of the savage seems to me one of the most beautiful and perfect things of the kind constructed by human art.