Every gift of noble origin Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath.

Pleasures newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet.

Hail to thee, far above the rest In joy of voice and pinion! Thou, linnet! in thy green array, Presiding spirit here to-day, Dost lead the revels of the May; A…

O for a single hour of that Dundee, Who on that day the word of onset gave!

Be noble! and the nobleness that lies In other men, sleeping but never dead, Will rise in majesty to meet thine own.

I didn't do my best work until I got licked in the head by a horse.

Talk not so much, then, young artist, of the great old masters, who but painted and chisell'd. Study not only their productions. There is a still higher school…