A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty.

Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.

Poetry is that art which selects and arranges the symbols of thought in such a manner as to excite the imagination the most powerfully and delightfully.

The groves were God's first temples.

Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.