Look at the fate of summer flowers, which blow at daybreak, droop ere even-song.

The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink I heard a voice it said Drink, pretty creature, drink'

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.

A genial hearth, a hospitable board, and a refined rusticity.

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, one of a mighty multitude whose way and motion is a harmony and dance magnificent.

On a fair prospect some have looked, And felt, as I have heard them say, As if the moving time had been A thing as steadfast as the scene On which they gazed themselves away.