Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land!

Not to admire, is all the art I know To make men happy, or to keep them so. Thus Horace wrote we all know long ago; And thus Pope quotes the precept to re-teach From his translation; but had none admired, Would Pope have sung, or Horace been inspired?

Whenever I meet with anything agreeable in this world it surprises me so much - and pleases me so much (when my passions are not interested in one way or the other) that I go on wondering for a week to come.

And Doubt and Discord step 'twixt thine and thee.

Our life is two fold Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality.

My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea.

Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.