Write Me As One Who Loves His

A Friend Of Ours, Who Is An Admirer Of Isaac Walton, Was Struck, Just As We Were, With The Likeness Of The Old Angler's Face To A Fish.

There Is No Greater Mistake In The World Than The Looking Upon Every Sort Of Nonsense As Want Of Sense.

Poetry Is The Breath Of Beauty.

Affection, Like Melancholy, Magnifies Trifles.

Oh For A Seat In Some Poetic Nook, Just Hid With Trees And Sparkling With A Brook!