Sensations sweet,

Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey.

He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.

James Beattie (1735-1803): The Hermit.

Sensations sweet,

Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey.

No man e'er felt the halter draw,

With good opinion of the law.

John Trumbull (1750-1831): McFingal. Canto iii. Line 489.

Yet sometimes, when the secret cup

Of still and serious thought went round,

It seemed as if he drank it up,

He felt with spirit so profound.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Matthew.