Sudden A Thought Came Like A Full-blown

Alas! When Passion Is Both Meek And Wild!

Poetry Should Surprise By A Fine Excess And Not By Singularity, It Should Strike The Reader As A Wording Of His Own Highest Thoughts, And Appear Almost A Remembrance.

But The Rose Leaves Herself Upon The Brier, For Winds To Kiss And Grateful Bees To Feed.

O For A Life Of Sensations Rather Than Of Thoughts!

The Creature Has A Purpose, And His Eyes Are Bright With It.