“... and we shall findA pleasure in the dimness of the stars.”

“When from our better selves we have too longBeen parted by the hurrying world, and droop,Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired,How gracious, how benign, is Solitude”

“Then my heart with pleasure fillsAnd dances with the daffodils.”

“Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,Hath had elsewhere its setting,And cometh from afar:Not in entire forgetfulness,And not in utter nakedness,But trailing clouds of glory do we come”

“...and in thy voice I catch the language of my former heart, and read my former pleasures in the shooting lights of thy wild eyes.”

“In sleep I heard the northern gleams;The stars they were among my dreams;In sleep did I behold the skies”

“One Lesson, Shepherd, let us two divide,Taught both by what she shews, and what conceals,Never to blend our pleasure or our prideWith sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.”