Laying out grounds may be considered a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.

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.

... and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.

Let the moon shine on the in thy solitary walk; and let the misty mountain-winds be free to blow against thee.

My apprehension comes in crowds, I dread the rustling of the grass, The very shadows of the clouds, Have power to shake me as they pass, I question things and do not find, one that will answer to my mind, And all the world appears unkind.

Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost.

The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.