A tale in everything.

I've watched you now a full half-hour; Self-poised upon that yellow flower And, little Butterfly! Indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless! - not frozen seas More motionless! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again!

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.

In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.

Sweet Mercy! to the gates of heaven This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven; The rueful conflict, the heart riven With vain endeavour, And memory of Earth's bitter leaven Effaced forever.

Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows That for oblivion take their daily birth From all the fuming vanities of earth.

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.