The little unremembered acts of kindness and love are the best parts of a person's life. |
The love of God is passionate. He pursues each of us even when we know it not. |
The mightiest lever known to the moral world, imagination. |
The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind. |
The music in my heart I bore long after it was heard no more |
The ocean is a mighty harmonist. |
The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs. |
The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society, as it is spread over the whole earth, and over all time. |
The primal duties shine aloft, like stars; The charities that soothe, and heal, and bless Are scattered at the feet of Man, like flowers. |
The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose. |
The rapt one, of the godlike forehead,/ The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth:/ And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle,/ Has vanished from his lonely hearth. |
The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune. |
The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills. |
The sweetest thing that ever grew / Beside a human door! |
The tendency, too potent in itself, Of use and custom to bow down the soul Under a growing weight of vulgar sense, And substitute a universe of death For that which moves with light and life informed, Actual, divine, and true. |