I Look'd To Heav'n, And Try'd To

You See How This House Of Commons Has Begun To Verify All The Ill Prophecies That Were Made Of It - Low, Vulgar, Meddling With Everything, Assuming Universal Competency, And Flattering Every Base Passion - And Sneering At Everything Noble Refined And Truly National. The Direct Tyranny Will Come On By And By, After It Shall Have Gratified The Multitude With The Spoil And Ruin Of The Old Institutions Of The Land.

Poetry Gives Most Pleasure When Only Generally And Not Perfectly Understood.

To See Him Act Is Like Reading Shakespeare By Flashes Of Lightning.

Love Is Flower Like; Friendship Is Like A Sheltering Tree.

And The Devil Did Grin, For His Darling Sin Is Pride That Apes Humility.