As in the eye of Nature he has lived, So in the eye of Nature let him die!
Plain living and high thinking are no more. The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence, And pure religion breathing household laws.
She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and oh The difference to me!
There is One great society alone on earth: The noble living and the noble dead.
Sweet childish days, that were as long, As twenty days are now.
But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things.
O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice?
Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; And humble cares, and delicate fears; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears; And love and thought and joy.
The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.
His love was like the liberal air, embracing all, to cheer and bless.
Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality.
Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,- The past unsighed for, and the future sure.
Those old credulities, to Nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Of history?
Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.
A brotherhood of venerable trees.
Monastic brotherhood, upon rock Aerial.
Books are the best type of influence from the past.