I see, not feel, how beautiful you are!

And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.

O lady! we receive but what we give And in our life alone does Nature live.

Saints will aid if men will call: For the blue sky bends over all!

And now, by some transition, which he did not notice, it seemed that what had begun as speech was turned into sight, or into something that can be remembered o…

The charming landscape which I saw this morning, is indubitably made up of some twenty or thirty farms. Miller owns this field, Locke that, and Manning the woo…

It is curious, how a man may travel along a country road, and yet miss the grandest, or sweetest of prospects, by reason of an intervening hedge, so like all o…