There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream.
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
But who would force the soul tilts with a straw Against a champion cased in adamant.
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there.
We live by admiration, hope and love.
I travelled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee.
Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away.
The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an angel’s wing.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.
Everything is tedious when one does not read with the feeling of the Author.
The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.
Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.
Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, one of a mighty multitude whose way and motion is a harmony and dance magnificent.
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.
Departing summer hath assumed An aspect tenderly illumed, The gentlest look of spring; That calls from yonder leafy shade Unfaded, yet prepared to fade, A timely carolling.
A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.
Life is divided into three terms – that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present, to live better in the future.
Habit rules the unreflecting herd.
Fiction; inner thoughts of Elisha True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Whose veil is unremoved Till heart with heart in concord beats, And the lover is beloved.