“What we have loved Others will loveAnd we will teach them how.”

“I'll teach my boy the sweetest things;I'll teach him how the owlet sings.”

“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”

“Though nothing can bring back the hourOf splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;We will grieve not, rather findStrength in what remains behind;In the primal sympathyWhich having been must ever be...”

“Feeling comes in aid Of feeling, and diversity of strength Attends us, if but once we have been strong.”

“Hence, in a season of calm weatherThough inland far we be,Our souls have sight of that immortal sea”

“Though inland far we be,Our souls have sight of that immortal seaWhich brought us hither.”