The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite,--a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm By thoughts supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye. -William Wordsworth (1770-1850), Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, Complete Poetical Works

Wisdom

To know
That which before us lies in daily life,
Is the prime wisdom; what is more is fume.

-Milton, Paradise Lost, VIII

Jewel

I do set my bow in the clouds,
and it shall be for a token of a covenant
between me and the earth.

-Old Testament, Genesis, IX, 13

Tears

Nothing is lost that's wrought with tears:
The music that you make below
Is now the music of the spheres.

-John Davidson, A Ballad of Heaven

Roar

So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar
But bind him to his native mountains more.

-Oliver Goldsmith, The Traveller

Fantasy

True, I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.

-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet