Tears Are Summer Showers To The Soul.

Public Opinion Is No More Than This: What People Think That Other People Think.

No Verse Which Is Unmusical Or Obscure Can Be Regarded As Poetry Whatever Other Qualities It May Possess.

The Bright Incarnate Spirit Of The Morn.

Faded Smiles Oft Linger In The Face, While Grief's First Flakes Fall Silent On The Heart!

Thought, Stumbling, Plods Past Fallen Temples, Vanished Gods, Altars Unincensed, Fanes Undecked, Eternal Systems Flown Or Wrecked; Through Trackless Centuries That Grant To The Poor Trudge Refreshment Scant, Age After Age, Pants On To Find A Melting Mirage Of The Mind.