Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.

To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

Love betters what is best

There is creation in the eye.

Serene will be our days, and bright and happy will our nature be, when love is an unerring light, and joy its own security.

Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!

Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality.