Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Let Nature be your teacher
The child is father of the man: And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.
A genial hearth, a hospitable board, and a refined rusticity.