How is it that you live, and what is it you do?

Choice word and measured phrase above the reach Of ordinary men.

There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast.

The earth was all before me. With a heart Joyous, nor scared at its own liberty, I look about; and should the chosen guide Be nothing better than a wandering cloud, I cannot miss my way.

The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration.

The unconquerable pang of despised love.

Knowing that Nature never did betray the heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, through all the years of this our life, to lead from joy to joy.