Continuous as the stars that shine/ And twinkle on the milky way.

Strongest mindsAre often those of whom the noisy worldHears least.

The child is father of the man

All things that love the sun are out of doors.

Action is transitory a step, a blow, The motion of a muscle, this way or that 'Tis done, and in the after-vacancy We wonder at ourselves like men betrayed

Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,But to be young was very heaven!