Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
Thought and theory must precede all action, that moves to salutary purposes. Yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.
One of those heavenly days that cannot die.
The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an angel's wing.
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.