If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour?

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

Gorgonised me from head to foot With a stony British stare.

Men at most differ as Heaven and Earth, but women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.

I sometimes find it half a sin, To put to words the grief i feel, For words like nature,half reveal, and half conceal the soul within.

Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills. Like footsteps upon wool.

Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.