I Have Drunken Deep Of Joy.

See The Mountains Kiss High Heaven And The Waves Clasp One Another; No Sister-flower Would Be Forgiven If It Disdained Its Brother; And The Sunlight Clasps The Earth, And The Moonbeams Kiss The Sea - What Is All This Sweet Work Worth If Thou Kiss Not Me?

It Were Much Better That A Sentient Being Should Never Have Existed, Than That It Should Have Existed Only To Endure Unmitigated Misery.

Nothing Wilts Faster Than Laurels That Have Been Rested Upon.

Life, Like A Dome Of Many-coloured Glass, Stains The White Radiance Of Eternity.

What! Alive, And So Bold, O Earth?