Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.

There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.

I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.

I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.

The laws of God, the laws of man, He may keep that will and can; Not I: let God and man decree Laws for themselves and not for me.

Poems very seldom consist of poetry and nothing else; and pleasure can be derived also from their other ingredients. I am convinced that most readers, when they think they are admiring poetry, are deceived by inability to analyse their sensations, and that they are really admiring, not the poetry of the passage before them, but something else in it, which they like better than poetry.

Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.