Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf.

Yes! Ready money is Aladdin's lamp.

A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.

And angling too, that solitary vice, What Izaak Walton sings or says: The quaint, old, cruel coxcomb, in his gullet Should have a hook, and a small trout to pull it.

I came to realize clearly that the mind is no other than the Mountain and the Rivers and the great wide Earth, the Sun and the Moon and the Sky”.

Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf.

I am always most religious upon a sunshiny day.