No Sound Is Dissonant Which Tells Of

A Woman's Friendship Borders More Closely On Love Than Man's. Men Affect Each Other In The Reflection Of Noble Or Friendly Acts; Whilst Women Ask Fewer Proofs And More Signs And Expressions Of Attachment.

Poetry Is Not The Proper Antithesis To Prose, But To Science. Poetry Is Opposed To Science, And Prose To Meter. The Proper And Immediate Object Of Science Is The Acquirement, Or Communication Of Truth; The Proper And Immediate Object Of Poetry Is The Communication Of Immediate Pleasure.

He Knows Well The Evening Star, And Once When He Awoke, In A Most Distressful Mood (some Inward Pain Had Made Up That Strange Thing, An Infant's Dream), I Hurried With Him To Our Orchard Plot, And He Beheld The Moon, And Hushed At Once. Suspends His Sobs And Laughs Most Silently. While His Fair Eyes, That Swam With Undropped Tears, Did Glitter In The Yellow Moonbeam.

A Grief Without A Pang, Void, Dark And Drear, A Drowsy, Stifled, Unimpassioned Grief, Which Finds No Natural Outlet Or Relief, In Word, Or Sigh, Or Tear.

As Long As There Are Readers To Be Delighted With Calumny, There Will Be Found Reviewers To Calumniate.