I shall be but a shrimp of an author.

Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, He had not the method of making a fortune.

Sweet is the breath of vernal shower, The bee's collected treasures sweet, Sweet music's melting fall, but sweeter yet The still small voice of gratitude.

Iron sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darkened air.

To give an accurate and exhaustive account of that period would need a far less brilliant pen than mine.

I decline the election. - It has ever been my rule through life, to observe a proportion between my efforts and my objects. I have never been remarkable for a …

It is a good lesson - though it may often be a hard one - for a man who has dreamed of literary fame, and of making for himself a rank among the world's dignit…