The budding rose above the rose full blown.

And the most difficult of tasks to keep Heights which the soul is competent to gain.

Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.

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

The sightless Milton, with his hair Around his placid temples curled; And Shakespeare at his side,-a freight, If clay could think and mind were weight, For him who bore the world!

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 silence that is in the starry sky, / The sleep that is among the lonely hills.