Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue.

No motion has she now, no force; she neither hears nor sees; rolled around in earth's diurnal course, with rocks, and stones, and trees.

The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this.

I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams, wherever nature led.

A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

Love betters what is best

Let the moon shine on the in thy solitary walk; and let the misty mountain-winds be free to blow against thee.