Like an army defeated the snow hath retreated.

Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present, to live better in the future.

Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost.

We murder to dissect.

A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard... Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.

What is a Poet? He is a man speaking to men: a man, it is true, endued with more lively sensibility, more enthusiasm and tenderness, who has a greater knowledge of human nature, and a more comprehensive soul, than are supposed to be common among mankind; a man pleased with his own passions and volitions, and who rejoices more than other men in the spirit of life that is in him; delighting to contemplate similar volitions and passions as manifested in the goings-on of the universe, and habitually impelled to create them where he does not find them.

Where is it now, the glory and the dream?