A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor.
Love betters what is best.
What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out.
Trailing clouds of glory do we come, from God, who is our home...
What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.
Before me begging did she stand, Pouring out sorrows like a sea; Grief after grief:—on English Land Such woes I knew could never be; And yet a boon I gave her; for the Creature Was beautiful to see; a Weed of glorious feature!