Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
God is seen God In the star, in the stone, in the flesh, in the soul and the clod.
Night conceals a world but reveals a universe.
I do what many dream of, all their lives
If thou tastest a crust of bread, thou tastest all the stars and all the heavens.
Shakespeare was of us, Milton was of us, Burns, Shelley, were with us. They watch from their graves!