And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.

Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

...one interior life in which all beings live with God, themselves are God, existing in the mighty whole, indistinguishable as the cloudless east is from the cloudless west, when all the hemisphere is one cerulean blue.

The child is father of the man: And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.

Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!

And when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew Soul-animating strains,-alas! too few.