Envy's A Coal Comes Hissing Hot From

I Am Tired Of Looking On What Is, One Might As Well See Beauty Never More, As Look Upon It With An Empty Eye. I Would This World Were Over. I Am Tired.

The World Is A Great Poem, And The World's The Words It Is Writ In, And We Souls The Thoughts.

Let Us Think Less Of Men And More Of God.

The Death-bed Of A Day, How Beautiful!

My Favoured Temple Is An Humble Heart.