O Reader! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring, O gentle Reader! you would find A tale in everything.
A deep distress has humanised my soul.
Because the good old rule Sufficeth them,-the simple plan, That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can.
Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream.
Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.