For youthful faults ripe virtues shall atone.

For nature then to me was all in all.

I have said that poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity: the emotion is contemplated till, by a species of reaction, the tranquillity gradually disappears, and an emotion, kindred to that which was before the subject of contemplation, is gradually produced, and does itself actually exist in the mind.

That mighty orb of song, The divine Milton.

Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room; And hermits are contented with their cells.

Thou has left behind Powers that will work for thee,-air, earth, and skies! There 's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee; thou hast great allies; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man's unconquerable mind.

Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.