The first cuckoo's melancholy cry.

Let Nature be your teacher

Let the moon shine on the in thy solitary walk; and let the misty mountain-winds be free to blow against thee.

And I am happy when I sing.

Faith is, necessary to explain anything, and to reconcile the foreknowledge of God with human evil.

By happy chance we saw A twofold image: on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same!

Write to me frequently & the longest letters possible; never mind whether you have facts or no to communicate; fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.