The very flowers are sacred to the poor.

For oft, when on my couch I lie in vacant or in pensive mood they flash upon that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude

And the most difficult of tasks to keep Heights which the soul is competent to gain.

The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears.

If the time should ever come when what is now called Science, thus famliarised to men, shall be ready to put on, as it were, a form of flesh and blood, the Poet will lend his divine spirit to the aid the transfiguration, and will welcome the Being thus produced, as a dear and genuine inmate of the household of man.

The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, An appetite; a feeling and a love that had no need of a remoter charm by thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.

He who feels contempt for any living thing hath faculties that he hath never used, and thought with him is in its infancy.