Father! - to God himself we cannot give a holier name.
How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land!
The poet's darling.
To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.
One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.
Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were trouble to my dreams.
Faith is a passionate intuition.
What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars
Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.
The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart.
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity
"Worse than idle is compassion if it ends in tears and sighs."
Laying out grounds may be considered a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting