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I Consider Poetry Very Subordinate To Moral And Political Science.

In The Infancy Of Society Every Author Is Necessarily A Poet

Image Of Rugged Cliffs And So Thy Thoughts, When Thou Art Gone, Love Itself Shall Slumber On.

Poetry Is The Record Of The Best And Happiest Moments Of The Happiest And Best Minds.

As Long As Skies Are Blue, And Fields Are Green Evening Must Usher Night, Night Urge The Morrow, Month Follow Month With Woe, And Year Wake Year To Sorrow