Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark.

But thy strong Hours indignant work’d their wills, And beat me down and marr’d and wasted me, And tho’ they could not end me, left me maim’d To dwell in presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth, And all I was, in ashes. - Tithonus

What are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend?

I came in haste with cursing breath, And heart of hardest steel; But when I saw thee cold in death, I felt as man should feel. For when I look upon that face, That cold, unheeding, frigid brown, Where neither rage nor fear has place, By Heaven! I cannot hate thee now!

The mirror crack'd from side to side "The curse has come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott

O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

Cricket, however, has more in it than mere efficiency. There is something called the spirit of cricket, which cannot be defined.