The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.
Stern Winter loves a dirge-like sound.
Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.