Recognizes ever and anon The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul.

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.

For by superior energies; more strict affiance in each other; faith more firm in their unhallowed principles, the bad have fairly earned a victory over the weak, the vacillating, inconsistent good.

It is the 1st mild day of March. Each minute sweeter than before... there is a blessing in the air.

The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears.

Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.

My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man.