Earth has not anything to show more fair.

Poetry is most just to its divine origin, when it administers the comforts and breathes the thoughts of religion.

Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room; And hermits are contented with their cells.

The clouds that gather round the setting sun do take a sober colouring from an eye that hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, to me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

[Mathematics] is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.

To be young was very heaven!

Every gift of noble origin Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath.