On a fair prospect some have looked, And felt, as I have heard them say, As if the moving time had been A thing as steadfast as the scene On which they gazed themselves away.
A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.
The wealthiest man among us is the best
The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society.
The child shall become father to the man.
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.