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,