With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.

Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science

Prompt to move but firm to wait - knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.

I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams, wherever nature led.

Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were trouble to my dreams.

Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.

Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays.