... and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
Books! tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it.
Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm.
For nature then to me was all in all.
Stop thinking for once in your life!
Nature's old felicities.