Books are the best type of the influence of the past.

But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for humankind, Is happy as a lover.

I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy, The sleepless soul that perished in his pride; Of him who walked in glory and in joy, Following his plough, along the mountain-side. By our own spirits we are deified; We Poets in our youth begin in gladness, But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.

For youthful faults ripe virtues shall atone.

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.

But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things.

Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science