Books are the best type of the influence of the past.

This City now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.

Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays.

And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.

Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.

For by superior energies; more strict affiance in each other; faith more firm in their unhallowed principles, the bad have fairly earned a victory over the weak, the vacillating, inconsistent good.

The thought of our past years in me doth breed perpetual benedictions.

To begin, begin.

Because the good old rule Sufficeth them,-the simple plan, That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can.

The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.

The best portion of a good man's life: His little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.

These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild.

There is a comfort in the strength of love; 'Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.

Memories... images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed.

Come, blessed barrier between day and day,
Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!

A Briton even in love should be A subject, not a slave!

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.

Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none; Look up a second time, and, one by one, You mark them twinkling out with silvery light, And wonder how they could elude the sight!

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting.