Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.

Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey.

That best portion of a good man's life,—

His little, nameless, unremembered acts

Of kindness and of love.

Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey.

That blessed mood,

In which the burden of the mystery,

In which the heavy and the weary weight

Of all this unintelligible world,