Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.

Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.

He who feels contempt for any living thing hath faculties that he hath never used, and thought with him is in its infancy.

The clouds that gather round the setting sun, Do take a sober colouring from an eye, That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.

Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.