Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
Poetry is the outcome of emotions recollected in tranquility.
What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.
Poetry is most just to its divine origin, when it administers the comforts and breathes the thoughts of religion.
Because the good old rule Sufficeth them,-the simple plan, That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can.
Where the statue stood Of Newton, with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of thought alone.