“There's music in the sighing of a reed;There's music in the gushing of a rill;There's music in all things, if men had ears;The earth is but the music of the spheres.”

“Now Juan could not understand a word, Being no Grecian; but he had an ear, And her voice was the warble of a bird, ... So soft, so sweet, so delicately clear, That finer, simpler music ne'er was heard; The sort of sound we echo with a tear, Without knowing why - an overpowering tone, Whence Melody descends as from a throne.”

“The light of love, the purity of grace,The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonised the whole —And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul!”

“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,There is a rapture on the lonely shore,There is society, where none intrudes,By the deep sea, and music in its roar:I love not man the less, but Nature more”

“There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.”

“Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.”

“Oh! Many a time and oft had Harold loved, or dream'd he'd loved since Rapture is a dream.”