“Ocean is a mighty harmonist.”
“The child is the father of the man.”
“Lost in a gloom of uninspired research.”
“A day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.”
“Small service is true service, while it lasts.”
“Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.”
“The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.”
“Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face.”
“Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher.”
“She seemed a thing that could not feel the touch of earthly years.”
“The thought of our past years in me doth breed perpetual benedictions.”
“In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.”
“Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-calculated less or more.”
“The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.”
“The little unremembered acts of kindness and love are the best parts of a person's life.”
“To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.”
“But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.”
“Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.”
“Is there not an art, a music, and a stream of words that shalt be life, the acknowledged voice of life?”
“That best portion of a good man's life; His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.”
“With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.”
“Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more.”
“The best portion of a good man's life is in his little nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.”
“, with an eye made by quite by power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.”
“Thought and theory must precede all salutary action; yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.”
“I traveled among unknown men, in lands beyond the sea; nor England! did I know till then what love I bore to thee.”
“Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue.”
“How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.”
“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.”
“For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.”