Things don't change. We change.
Love your life, poor as it is. You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poor-house.
The poet is blithe and cheery ever, and as well as nature.
Exaggerated history is poetry, and truth referred to a new standard.
The laboring man has not leisure for a true integrity day by day.
Nowadays almost all man's improvements, so called, as the building of houses and the cutting down of the forest and of all large trees, simply deform the landscape, and make it more and more tame and cheap.