He who shall hurt the little wren / Shall never be beloved by men.

Beloved Vale, I said, When I shall con those many records of my childish years

Christ's crucifix shall be made an excuse for executing criminals.

The world of imagination is the world of eternity. It is the divine bosom into which we shall all go after the death of the vegetated [i.e. mortal] body. This world of imagination is infinite and eternal, whereas the world of generation is finite and temporal. There exist in that eternal world the eternal realities of everything which we see reflected in this vegetable glass of nature.

Great things are done when men and mountains meet; This is not done by jostling in the street

The harlot's cry from street to street / Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.