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Books are the best type of the influence of the past.
Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.
Father! - to God himself we cannot give a holier name.
A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free.
A Briton even in love should be A subject, not a slave!
But hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity.
On Man, on Nature, and on Human Life, Musing is solitude
A light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove.
One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother's grave.
Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.
The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration.
With battlements that on their restless fronts Bore stars.
Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel To self-reproach.
Minds that have nothing to confer Find little to perceive.
One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.
the Mind of Man-- My haunt, and the main region of my song.
'Tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes!
O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice?
Wild is the music of autumnal winds Amongst the faded woods.
Worse than idle is compassion if it ends in tears and sighs.
Take the sweet poetry of life away, and what remains behind?
We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted.
A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer's joy.
The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.
Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
Hope smiled when your nativity was cast, Children of Summer!
Poetry is the outcome of emotions recollected in tranquility.
... and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
A genial hearth, a hospitable board, and a refined rusticity.
Pleasures newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet.
The education of circumstances is superior to that of tuition.
A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven.
Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face.
Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident tomorrows.
Poetry has never brought me in enough money to buy shoestrings.
What we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how.
A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
Society became my glittering bride, And airy hopes my children.
Sweet childish days, that were as long, As twenty days are now.
And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
one daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.
Choice word and measured phrase above the reach Of ordinary men.
Oh, be wise, Thou! Instructed that true knowledge leads to love.
In truth the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is.
We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.