“Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher.”

“Sweet is the lore which nature brings;Our meddling intellectMisshapes the beauteous forms of things—We murder to dissect.”

“Where are your books? - that light bequeathedTo beings else forlorn and blind!Up! up! and drink the spirit breathedFrom dead men to their kind.”

“Now, in this blank of things, a harmony,Home-felt, and home-created,comes to healThat grief for which the senses still supply Fresh food; for only then, when memoryIs hushed, am I at rest. My Friends! restrain those busy cares that would allay my pain;Oh! Leave me to myself, nor let me feelThe officious touch that makes me droop again.”

“My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky:So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die!The Child is father of the Man;And I could wish my days to beBound each to each by natural piety.”

“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.”

“Nature never did betrayThe heart that loved her.”