The feather, whence the pen Wa...

The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an angel's wing.

Thou unassuming common-place o...

Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face.

The childhood of today is the ...

The childhood of today is the manhood of tomorrow

This solitary Tree! a living t...

This solitary Tree! a living thing Produced too slowly ever to decay; Of form and aspect too magnificent To be destroyed.

Every great and original write...

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.

Whether we be young or old,Our...

Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and only there;With hope it is, hope that can never die,Effort and expectation, and desire,And something evermore about to be.

Great God! I'd rather be A Pag...

Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn

With battlements that on their...

With battlements that on their restless fronts Bore stars.

The sightless Milton, with his...

The sightless Milton, with his hair Around his placid temples curled; And Shakespeare at his side,-a freight, If clay could think and mind were weight, For him who bore the world!

And suddenly all your troubles...

And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner's eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple.

Have I not reason to lament

Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?

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Rest and be thankful....

Rest and be thankful.

The Poet binds together by pas...

The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society.

A cheerful life is what the Mu...

A cheerful life is what the Muses love. A soaring spirit is their prime delight.

Like an army defeated
T...

Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The Ploughboy is whooping Ђ' anon Ђ' anon!
There's joy in the mountains:
There's life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone.

Not Chaos, not the darkest pit...

Not Chaos, not the darkest pit of lowest Erebus, nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out by help of dreams - can breed such fear and awe as fall upon us often when we look into our Minds, into the Mind of Man.

Small service is true service,...

Small service is true service, while it lasts.

She dwelt among the untrodden ...

She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love.

Dreams, books, are each a worl...

Dreams, books, are each a world.

Happier of happy though I be, ...

Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, one of a mighty multitude whose way and motion is a harmony and dance magnificent.