The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, An appetite; a feeling and a love that had no need of a remoter charm by thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.

Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.

Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.

Provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke.

Heaven lies about us in our infancy.

Let Nature be your teacher

Worse than idle is compassion if it ends in tears and sighs.