The child is father of the man: And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.

One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother's grave.

The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this.

There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast.

And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.

Poetry is most just to its divine origin, when it administers the comforts and breathes the thoughts of religion.

Dreams, books, are each a world.