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

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

My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.

Poetry is most just to its divine origin, when it administers the comforts and breathes the thoughts of religion.

Plain living and high thinking are no more.

The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.

By happy chance we saw A twofold image: on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same!