Great God! I'd rather be a Pagan.
Laying out grounds may be considered a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.
Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!
The child shall become father to the man.
Minds that have nothing to confer Find little to perceive.
She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight, A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair, Like twilights too her dusky hair, But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn.