A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.

To be alive──is Power.

Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.

The Poets light but Lamps-Themselves-go out-.

So bashful when I spied her!So pretty ― so ashamed!So hidden in her leafletsLest anybody find ―So breathless till I passed her ―So helpless when I turnedAnd bore her struggling, blushing,Her simple haunts beyond!For whom I robbed the Dingle ―For whom betrayed the Dell ―Many, will doubtless ask me,But I shall never tell!

Look back on Time, with kindly eyes -He doubtless did his best -How softly sinks that trembling sunIn Human Nature's West -.