Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep/ Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind.

For nature then to me was all in all.

Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!

I should dread to disfigure the beautiful ideal of the memories of illustrious persons with incongruous features, and to sully the imaginative purity of classical works with gross and trivial recollections.

All that we behold is full of blessings.

A Briton even in love should be A subject, not a slave!

The child is father of the man: And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.