Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Earth has not anything to show more fair.

A genial hearth, a hospitable board, and a refined rusticity.

The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, An appetite; a feeling and a love that had no need of a remoter charm by thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.

The child shall become father to the man.

That blessed mood in which the burthen of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world is lightened.

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