"A jolly place," said he, "in times of old! But something ails it now: the spot is cursed." - William Wordsworth

could have laugh'd myself to scorn, to find In that decrepit Man so firm a mind.

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

-Michael: A Pastoral Poem

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come