'Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat,
To peep at such a world; to see the stir
Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd.
Book v. Winter Morn in a Walk.
He is the freeman whom the truth makes free.
Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon.
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds;
And as the mind is pitched, the ear is pleased
With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave;
Some chord in unison with what we hear
Is touched within us, and the heart replies.
Here the heart
May give a useful lesson to the head,
And Learning wiser grow without his books.