Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.

A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.

if you don't concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.

Love will conquer at the last.

Live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind. For they lie beside their nectar, and the bolts are hurled Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curled Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming world.

And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain.

A life of nothing's nothing worth, From that first nothing ere his birth, To that last nothing under earth.