Is then no nook of English ground secureFrom rash assault?
The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away than what it leaves behind.
That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather f...
What is a Poet? He is a man speaking to men: a man, it is true, endued with more lively sensibility, more enthusiasm and tenderness, who has a greater knowledge of human nature, and a more comprehensi...
I listened, motionless and still And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
This is the way in which he (poet) did his work. He used to go out with a pencil and a tablet and note what struck him...and make a picture out of it...But Nature does not allow an inventory to be mad...
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.
The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.
Faith is a passionate intuition.
The child is father of the man.
Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing.
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.