Rome in the ages, dimmed with all her towers, / Floats in the mist, a little cloud at tether.

There is something very cheerful and courageous in the setting-out of a child on a journey of speech with so small baggage and with so much confidence.

I come from nothing: but from where come the undying thoughts I bear?

Rome in the ages, dimmed with all her towers, / Floats in the mist, a little cloud at tether.

Spirit of place! It is for this we travel, to surprise its subtlety; and where it is a strong and dominant angel, that place, seen once, abides entire in the memory with all its own accidents, its habits, its breath, its name.

O spring, I know thee! Seek for sweet surprise / In the young children's eyes. / But I have learnt the years, and know the yet / Leaf-folded violet.

Solitude is separate experience.