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 soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky!

I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.

Because the good old rule Sufficeth them,-the simple plan, That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can.

But hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity.

Miss not the occasion; by the forelock take that subtle power, the never-halting time.

Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart.