Romanticism Is Beauty Without Bounds-the Beautiful Infinite.

In Science The New Is An Advance; But In Morals, As Contradicting Our Inner Ideals And Historic Idols, It Is Ever A Retrogression.

Two Aged Men, That Had Been Foes For Life, Met By A Grave, And Wept - And In Those Tears They Washed Away The Memory Of Their Strife; Then Wept Again The Loss Of All Those Years.

Music Is Moonlight In The Gloomy Night Of Life.

See, Indeed, That Your Daughter Is Thoroughly Grounded And Experienced In Household Duties; But Take Care, Through Religion And Poetry, To Keep Her Heart Open To Heaven.

He Thought Of The Mouldering Child, Which Laid Its Withered Thin Arms Around His Soul, As If It Were His Own, And To Whom Death Had Given As Much As A God Gave To Endymion, — Sleep, Eternal Youth, And Immortality.