Every great and original writer, in proportion as he is great and original, must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished.

Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more.

Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice; The confidence of reason give, And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live!

His love was like the liberal air, embracing all, to cheer and bless.

If the time should ever come when what is now called Science, thus famliarised to men, shall be ready to put on, as it were, a form of flesh and blood, the Poet will lend his divine spirit to the aid the transfiguration, and will welcome the Being thus produced, as a dear and genuine inmate of the household of man.

Minds that have nothing to confer Find little to perceive.

As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.