Wisdom married to immortal verse.

O Reader! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring, O gentle Reader! you would find A tale in everything.

Great God! I'd rather be a Pagan.

Not Chaos, not the darkest pit of lowest Erebus, nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out by help of dreams - can breed such fear and awe as fall upon us often when we look into our Minds, into the Mind of Man.

Wild is the music of autumnal winds Amongst the faded woods.

Laying out grounds may be considered a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.