"Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy."
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"But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things."
"The moving accident is not my trade; To freeze the blood I have no ready arts: 'Tis my delight, alone in summer shade, To pipe a simple song for thinking hearts."
"Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster child, her inmate man, Forget the glories he hath known And that imperial palace whence he came."
"For mightier far Than strength of nerve or sinew, or the sway Of magic potent over sun and star, Is love, though oft to agony distrest, And though his favourite be feeble woman's breast."
"Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows That for oblivion take their daily birth From all the fuming vanities of earth."
"Death is the quiet haven of us all."
"A power is passing from the earth."
"He who feels contempt for any living thing hath faculties that he hath never used, and thought with him is in its infancy."
"The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs."
"The unconquerable pang of despised love."
"Hope smiled when your nativity was cast, Children of Summer!"
"But who shall parcel out His intellect by geometric rules, Split like a province into round and square?"
"We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness."
"His high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright."
"In years that bring the philosophic mind."
"Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark."
"Laying out grounds may be considered a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting."
"The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket."
"Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee! . . . . . . Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: So didst thou travel on life's common way In cheerful godliness."