A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.

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

Earth helped him with the cry of blood.

A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by One after one; the sound of rain, and bees Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas, Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky - I've thought of all by turns, and still I lie Sleepless.

Therefore am I still a lover of the meadows and the woods, and mountains; and of all that we behold from this green earth.

A genial hearth, a hospitable board, and a refined rusticity.

What is a Poet? He is a man speaking to men: a man, it is true, endued with more lively sensibility, more enthusiasm and tenderness, who has a greater knowledge of human nature, and a more comprehensive soul, than are supposed to be common among mankind; a man pleased with his own passions and volitions, and who rejoices more than other men in the spirit of life that is in him; delighting to contemplate similar volitions and passions as manifested in the goings-on of the universe, and habitually impelled to create them where he does not find them.