Tintern Abbey

• "In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,/ Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart;/ And passing even into my purer mind,/ With tranquil restoration:-feelings too/ Of unremembered pleasure.”
• “The day is come when I again repose/ Here, under this dark sycamore, and view [...] These beauteous forms,/ Through a long absence, have not been to me/ As is a landscape to a blind man's eye”