Sweet were the days when I was all unknown, But when my name was lifted up, the storm Brake on the mountain and I cared not for it. Right well know I that fame is half disfame.

A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.

The parting of a husband and wife is like the cleaving of a heart; one half will flutter here, one there.

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

Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.

I do but sing because I must; and pipe but as the linnets sing.

Come not, when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, To trample round my fallen head, And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save. There let the wind sweep and the plover cry; But thou, go by. Child, if it were thine error or thy crime I care no longer, being all unblest; Wed whom thou wilt, but I am sick of Time, And I desire to rest. Pass on, weak heart, and leave me where I lie: Go by, go by.