Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by ...

Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.

With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of ...

With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.

To begin, begin.

Rest and be thankful.

We murder to dissect.

A tale in everything.

Nature's old felicities.

Love betters what is best

Let Nature be your teacher

And I am happy when I sing.

To be young was very heaven!

The Eagle, he was lord above

There is creation in the eye.

Meek Walton's heavenly memory.

The child is the father of man.

The child is father of the man.

"One impulse from a vernal wood

Dreams, books, are each a world.

The ocean is a mighty harmonist.

Truths that wake To perish never

Faith is a passionate intuition.

Great God! I'd rather be a Pagan.

Wisdom married to immortal verse.

A brotherhood of venerable trees.

Habit rules the unreflecting herd.

Wisdom and spirit of the Universe!

A power is passing from the earth.

The first cuckoo's melancholy cry.

Death is the quiet haven of us all.

Truth takes no account of centuries.

Stop thinking for once in your life!

Heaven lies about us in our infancy.

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

We live by admiration, hope and love.

For nature then to me was all in all.

And mighty poets in their misery dead.

Free as a bird to settle where I will.

But He is risen, a later star of dawn.

Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream.

A deep distress has humanised my soul.

Stern Winter loves a dirge-like sound.

Monastic brotherhood, upon rock Aerial.

The wealthiest man among us is the best

Earth helped him with the cry of blood.

Delivered from the galling yoke of time.

All that we behold is full of blessings.

May books and nature be their early joy!

The very flowers are sacred to the poor.

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.

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