Men may come and men may go but I go on forever.

God gives us love! Something to love He lends us; but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone: This is the curse of time.

She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room

I can't be anonymous by reason of your confounded photographs. (To Julia Margaret Cameron)

The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul Of that waste place with joy Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear The warble was low, and full and clear.

The greater man the greater courtesy.

Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.