It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration. - William Wordsworth

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

In nature there is nothing melancholy.

Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
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.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne’er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!

- Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802