Since every mortal power of Coleridge Was frozen at its marvellous source, The rapt one, of the godlike forehead, The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth: And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle, Has vanished from his lonely hearth.
The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs.
Heaven lies about us in our infancy.
For nature then to me was all in all.
[Mathematics] is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.
Laying out grounds may be considered a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.