Oh for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave!

Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-caluculated less or more.

For oft, when on my couch I lie in vacant or in pensive mood they flash upon that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude

But who would force the soul tilts with a straw Against a champion cased in adamant

In heaven above, And earth below, they best can serve true gladness Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness.

"One impulse from a vernal wood

Everything is tedious when one does not read with the feeling of the Author.