The only gift is a portion of thyself. . . the poet brings his poem; the shepherd his lamb. . .

It is one of the most beautiful compensations of this life that no man can sincerely try to help another without helping himself.

A good indignation brings out all one's powers.

I awoke with devout thanksgiving for my friends.

The poet's habit of living should be set on a key so low that the common influences should delight him

The poet knows that he speaks adequately, then, only when he speaks somewhat wildly, or, "with the flower of the mind;" not with the intellect, used as an organ, but with the intellect released from all service, and suffered to take its direction fro