We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted.
A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
Thought and theory must precede all action, that moves to salutary purposes. Yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain That has been, and may be again.
That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.
Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge - it is as immortal as the heart of man.