Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel To self-reproach.
His high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright.
A deep distress has humanised my soul.
Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue.
The thought of our past years in me doth breed perpetual benedictions.