Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
The language of the age is never the language of poetry, except among the French, whose verse, where the thought or image does not support it, differs in nothing from prose.
One principal characteristic of vice in the present age is the contempt of fame.
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