In his eager self-abandonment to inspiration, he produced much that is unsatisfying simply because it is not ripe.

There was no defect of power in him, but a defect of patience; and the final word to be pronounced in estimating the larger bulk of his poetry is the word immature.

Not only was the poet young; but the fruit of his young mind had been plucked before it had been duly mellowed by reflection.

Again, he did not care enough for common things to present them with artistic fulness.

He was intolerant of detail, and thus failed to model with the roundness that we find in Goethe's work.