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Sweetest melodies.Are those that are by distance made more sweet.
Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.
Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.
The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift, That no philosophy can lift.
He murmurs near the running brooks A music sweeter than their own.
What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out.
To the solid ground Of nature trusts the Mind that builds for aye.
She seemed a thing that could not feel the touch of earthly years.
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain That has been, and may be again.
But to a higher mark than song can reach, Rose this pure eloquence.
And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.
A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.
Recognizes ever and anon The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul.
The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart.
Brothers all In honour, as in one community, Scholars and gentlemen.
Primroses, the Spring may love them; Summer knows but little of them.
Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, Let them live upon their praises.
His love was like the liberal air, embracing all, to cheer and bless.
Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive But to be young was very heaven.
The thought of our past years in me doth breed perpetual benedictions.
Every gift of noble origin Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath.
[Mathematics] is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.
What know we of the Blest above but that they sing, and that they love?
Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
There's something in a flying horse, There's something in a huge balloon.
How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land!
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
I'll teach my boy the sweetest things; I'll teach him how the owlet sings.
As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.
As in the eye of Nature he has lived, So in the eye of Nature let him die!
Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost.
The vision and the faculty divine; Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse.
Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
Turning, for them who pass, the common dust Of servile opportunity to gold.
But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
Oh for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave!
Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind--But how could I forget thee?
But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things.
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
Everything is tedious when one does not read with the feeling of the Author.
Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm.
A babe, by intercourse of touch I held mute dialogues with my Mother's heart.
Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, Brought from a pensive though a happy place.
Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold The likeness of whate'er on land is seen.
At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
There is One great society alone on earth: The noble living and the noble dead.
A cheerful life is what the Muses love. A soaring spirit is their prime delight.
Prompt to move but firm to wait - knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.
Look at the fate of summer flowers, which blow at daybreak, droop ere even-song.
Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Nor thought of tender happiness betray.