... and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.

...one interior life in which all beings live with God, themselves are God, existing in the mighty whole, indistinguishable as the cloudless east is from the cloudless west, when all the hemisphere is one cerulean blue.

The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.

Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.

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.

Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away.

And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.