Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene, The work of Fancy, or some happy tone Of meditation, slipping in between The beauty coming and the beauty gone
Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.
The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting. And cometh from afar.
The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this.
To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together... humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.
But shapes that come not at an earthly call Will not depart when mortal voices bid.
Yet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.
The best portion of a good man\'s life - his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
Wild is the music of autumnal winds the faded woods.
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility
Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more.
Every great and original writer, in proportion as he is great and original, must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished.