And every dew-drop paints a bow.

Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?

But while I breathe Heaven's air and Heaven looks down on me, And smiles at my best meanings, I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul.

Better not be at all than not be noble.

The dream Dreamed by a happy man, when the dark East, Unseen, is brightening to his bridal morn.

He that shuts love out, in turn shall be Shut out from love, and on her threshold lie, Howling in outer darkness.

My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.