How should all the apparatus of heaven and earth make poetry for a mind that had no movements of awe and tenderness, no sense of fellowship which thrills from the near to the distant, and back again from the distant to the near?

That golden sky, which was the doubly blessed symbol of advancing day and of approaching rest.

We have all got to exert ourselves a little to keep sane, and call things by the same names as other people call them by.

I would not creep along the coast but steer Out in mid-sea, by guidance of the stars.

If a woman's young and pretty, I think you can see her good looks all the better for her being plainly dressed.

There's many a good bit o' work done with a sad heart.

Surely it is not true blessedness to be free of sorrow while there is sorrow and sin in the world. Sorrow is a part of love and love does not seek to throw it off.