Life Hath More Awe Than Death.

The Long Days Are No Happier Than The Short Ones.

Poets Are All Who Love, Who Feel Great Truths, And Tell Them; And The Truth Of Truths Is Love.

My Favoured Temple Is An Humble Heart.

I Cannot Be Content With Less Than Heaven.

See The Gold Sunshine Patching, And Streaming And Streaking Across The Gray-green Oaks; And Catching, By Its Soft Brown Beard, The Moss.