But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for humankind, Is happy as a lover.

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.

With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.

The memory of the just survives in Heaven.

How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.

Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

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