Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade, And keeps that palace of the soul serene.
If a man made himself an expert in any particular branch of human activity, there would result the strong tendency that a peculiar aptitude towards the same branch would be found among some of his descendants.
I have frequently noticed in myself a tendency to a diffuse style; a disposition to push my metaphors too far, employing a multitude of words to heighten the patness of the image, and so making of it a conceit rather than a metaphor, a fault copiously illustrated in the poetry of Cowley, Waller, Donne, and others of that ilk.
Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.
But I cannot bring myself to believe that I was intended for a musician, because it seems so small a business in comparison with other things which, it seems to me, I might do. Question here: ‘What is the province of music in the economy of the world?’
Could we forbear dispute, and practise love, We should agree as angels do above.
Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view, That stand upon the threshold of the new.
To appreciate present conditions, collate them with those of antiquity.
Poets that lasting marble seek Must come in Latin or in Greek.