Because the good old rule Sufficeth them,-the simple plan, That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can.

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

A great poet ought to a certain degree to rectify men's feelings... to render their feelings more sane, pure and permanent, in short, more consonant to Nature.

Turning, for them who pass, the common dust Of servile opportunity to gold.

There is creation in the eye.

Neither evil tongues, rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all the dreary intercourse of daily life, shall ever prevail against us.

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