Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science.

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!