Excerpt from My Old Letters Not written down in haste, but in the quiet Of thoughtful seasons, still to memory dear, When the whole soul was calm, and the world' s riot, Even in its echo, came not to my ear What 1 have thought, and felt, and seen, and heard is here. Sometimes the cloud, but oft the happier noonlight Floated above me, as 1 mused and sung At times the stars, at times the mellow moonlight Gave ripeness to the fruit of pen and tongue, While o'er my ravelled dreams the years and ages hung. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.