There is a comfort in the strength of love; 'Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.

Let Nature be your teacher

poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge

Recognizes ever and anon The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul.

Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep/ Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind.

Sad fancies do we then affect, In luxury of disrespect To our own prodigal excess Of too familiar happiness.

The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society.