Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.

Courtesy wins woman all as well. As valor may, but he that closes both is perfect.

Blind and naked ignorance delivers brawling judgments, unashamed, on all things all day long

O Blackbird! sing me something well: While all the neighbors shoot thee round, I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground, Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell.

Either sex alone is half itself.

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

And o'er the hills, and far away Beyond their utmost purple rim, Beyond the night, across the day, Thro' all the world she follow'd him.