He was one of those very few whom fortune favours from their birth; on whom she bestows all gifts of intellect and person with a profusion that knew no bounds, and whom under her peculiar protection, no imperfection however slight, or disappointment however transitory has leave to touch.

She seemed to have formed his mind of that excellence which no dross can tarnish, and his understanding was such that no error could pervert.

His genius was transcendant, and when it rose as a bright star in the east all eyes were turned towards it in admiration.

He was a Poet.

That name has so often been degraded that it will not convey the idea of all that he was.