A lawyer art thou? Draw not nigh! Go, carry to some fitter place The keenness of that practised eye, The hardness of that sallow face.
The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
Great God! I'd rather be a Pagan.
Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge - it is as immortal as the heart of man.
For nature then to me was all in all.
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.