A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; >>
There is no real wealth but the labor of man. >>
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This poem will never reach its destination. [On Rousseau's Ode To >>
With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion. >>
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Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.