The Malicious Sneer Is Improperly Called Laughter.

Of All Kinds Of Ambition, That Which Pursues Poetical Fame Is The Wildest

Pity And Friendship Are Two Passions Incompatible With Each Other.

The Pregnant Quarry Teem'd With Human Form.

As Some Tall Cliff That Lifts Its Awful Form, Swells From The Vale, And Midway Leaves The Storm,- Though Round Its Breast The Rolling Clouds Are Spread, Eternal Sunshine Settles On Its Head.

The Wretch Condemn'd With Life To Part, Still, Still On Hope Relies; And Every Pang That Rends The Heart Bids Expectation Rise.