Miss not the occasion; by the forelock take that subtle power, the never-halting time.

A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.

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!

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.

That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.

But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!.