Before us lay a painful road, And guidance have I sought in duteous love From Wisdom's heavenly Father. Hence hath flowed Patience, with trust that, whatsoe'er the way Each takes in this high matter, all may move Cheered with the prospect of a brighter day.

I'll teach my boy the sweetest things; I'll teach him how the owlet sings.

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.

Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more.

Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality.

Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science