We bow our heads before Thee, and we laud, And magnify thy name Almighty God! But man is thy most awful instrument, In working out a pure intent.

poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge

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

Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-caluculated less or more.

Earth has not anything to show more fair.

There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast.

Dreams, books, are each a world.