There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.

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

The greater person is one of courtesy.

All experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move.

Ah, Christ, that it were possible, For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.

A smile abroad is often a scowl at home.

I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.