One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother's grave.

By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there.

All men feel a habitual gratitude, and something of an honorable bigotry, for the objects which have long continued to please them.

The child is the father of man.

That blessed mood in which the burthen of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world is lightened.

A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light

Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive But to be young was very heaven.