That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.

Every great and original writer, in proportion as he is great and original, must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished.

Two voices are there; one is of the sea, One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice.

A great poet ought to a certain degree to rectify men's feelings... to render their feelings more sane, pure and permanent, in short, more consonant to Nature.

The vision and the faculty divine; Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse.

Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour Have passed away; less happy than the one That by the unwilling ploughshare died to prove The tender charm of poetry and love.

Minds that have nothing to confer Find little to perceive.