O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice?
Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.
In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing.
Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither.
O dearer far than light and life are dear.
To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.