To the Bible men will return; and why? Because they cannot do without it.
The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits;- on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Resolve to be thyself: and know that he who finds himself, loses his misery.
Religion is ethics heightened, enkindled, lit up by feeling
ForTime, not Corydon, hath conquered thee.
Indeed there can be no more useful help for discovering what poetry belongs to the class of the truly excellent, and can therefore do us most good, than to have always in one's mind lines and expressions of the great masters, and to apply them as a touchstone to other poetry.