“But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.”

A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer’s joy.

To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

The education of circumstances is superior to that of intuition.

The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.

There is a comfort in the strength of love; ‘Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.

Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.

That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.

And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner’s eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple.

My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.

Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.

Great men have been among us; hands that penn’d and tongues that utter’d wisdom.

What we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how.

A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.

The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.

But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!

To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together. Humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.