He Might Have Proved A Useful Adjunct,

The Muses Were Dumb While Apollo Lectured.

I Even Think That, Sentimentally, I Am Disposed To Harmony. But Organically I Am Incapable Of A Tune.

I Allow No Hot-beds In The Gardens Of Parnassus.

When Thus The Heart Is In A Vein Of Tender Thought, The Simplest Strain Can Touch It With Peculiar Power.

I'd Like To Grow Very Old As Slowly As Possible.