Damn the Solar System. Bad light; planets too distant; pestered with comets; feeble contrivance; could make a better one myself.

Since the beginning of our critical career, we have seen a vast deal of beautiful poetry pass into oblivion, in spite of our feeble efforts to recall or retain…

This will never do.

He will always see the most beauty whose affections are the warmest and most exercised, whose imagination is the most powerful, and who has most accustomed him…