Life death all does end and each day dies with sleep.
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
What you look at hard seems to look at you.
The poetical language of an age should be the current language heightened.
I do not think I have ever seen anything more beautiful than the bluebell I have been looking at. I know the beauty of our Lord by it.
Nothing is so beautiful as spring- When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush.