I Heard An Angel Speak Last Night/and

I Begin To Think That None Are So Bold As The Timid, When They Are Fairly Roused.

Whoever Lives True Life, Will Love True Love.

The Plague Of Gold Strikes Far And Near.

An Ignorance Of Means May Minister To Greatness, But An Ignorance Of Aims Make It Impossible To Be Great At All.

The Critics Could Never Mortify Me Out Of Heart - Because I Love Poetry For Its Own Sake, - And, Tho' With No Stoicism And Some Ambition, Care More For My Poems Than For My Poetic Reputation.