Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold The likeness of whate'er on land is seen.
I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, and the round ocean, and the living air, and the blue sky, and in the mind of man.
Stop thinking for once in your life!
A brotherhood of venerable trees.
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
Oh, blank confusion! true epitome Of what the mighty City is herself, To thousands upon thousands of her sons, Living amid the same perpetual whirl Of trivial objects, melted and reduced To one identity.