How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land!

Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.

We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.

Free as a bird to settle where I will.

Oft in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.

One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.

Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep/ Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind.