Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.

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

The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink I heard a voice it said Drink, pretty creature, drink'

Because the good old rule Sufficeth them,-the simple plan, That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can.

A great poet ought to a certain degree to rectify men's feelings... to render their feelings more sane, pure and permanent, in short, more consonant to Nature.

Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice; The confidence of reason give, And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live!

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.