Blest be the art that can immortalize,--the art that baffles time's tyrannic claim to quench it.
The nurse sleeps sweetly, hired to watch the sick, / whom, snoring, she disturbs.
A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.
Unmissed but by his dogs and by his groom.
Heaven's harmony is universal love.
Made poetry a mere mechanic art.