The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration.

One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.

Laying out grounds... may be considered as a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.... it is to assist Nature in moving the affections... the affections of those who have the deepest perception of the beauty of Nature.

Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.

Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!

My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man.

The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.