A youth to whom was given So much of earth-so much of heaven, And such impetuous blood.

And sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind.

My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. Thus fares it still in our decay: …

The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door!

Genius, when young, is divine.

I am certainly of opinion that genius can be acquired, or, in the alternative, that it is an almost universal possession. Its rarity may be attributed to the c…

For I think it is the case with genius that it is not when quiescent so very much above mediocrity as the difference between the two might lead us to think, bu…