Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives.

From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.

The ocean is a mighty harmonist.

Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, one of a mighty multitude whose way and motion is a harmony and dance magnificent.

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.

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

A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free.