English Spasmodic Poet
"Leave the poor some time for self-improvement. Let them not be forced to grind the bones out of their arms for bread, but have some space to think and feel like moral and immortal creatures."
"Never respect men merely for their riches, but rather for their philanthropy; we do not value the sun for its height, but for its use."
"Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, and tell them; and the truth of truths is love."
"The death-change comes. Death is another life. We bow our heads At going out, we think, and enter straight another golden chamber of the king's larger than this we leave, and lovelier. And then in shadowy glimpses, disconnect, the story, flower-like, closes thus its leaves. The will of God is all in all. He makes, destroys, remakes, for His own pleasure, all."
"The goodness of the heart is shown in deeds of peacefulness and kindness. Hand and heart Are one thing with the good, as thou should'st be. Do my words trouble thee? Then treasure them, pain overgot gives peace, as death doth Heaven. All things that speak of Heaven speak of peace."
"The poet's pen is the true divining rod which trembles towards the inner founts of feeling; bringing to light and use, else hid from all, the many sweet clear sources which we have of good and beauty in our own deep bosoms; and marks the variations of all mind as does the needle."
"The truth is perilous never to the true, nor knowledge to the wise; and to the fool, and to the false, error and truth alike, error is worse than ignorance."
"There is no surer mark of the absence of the highest moral and intellectual qualities than a cold reception of excellence."
"Thou wilt not chronicle our sand-like sins; for sin is small, and mean, and barren. Good Only is great, and generous, and fruitful. Number the mountains, not the sands, O God!"
"Thy great name in all its awful brevity, hath nought Unholy breeding it, but doth bless rather the tongue that uses it; for me, I ask no higher office than to fling my spirit at Thy feet, and cry Thy name, God! through eternity."
"'Tis light translateth night; 'tis inspiration expounds experience; 'tis the west explains the east; 'tis time unfolds Eternity. "
"Ask not of me, love, what is love? Ask what is good of God above; ask of the great sum what is light; ask what is darkness of the night; ask sin of what may be forgiven; ask what is happiness of heaven; ask what is folly of the crowd; ask what is fashion of the shroud; ask what is sweetness of thy kiss; ask of thyself what beauty is."