Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.

Wearing all that weight Of learning lightly like a flower.

Nature, so far as in her lies, imitates God.

'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great.

There twice a day the Severn fills; The salt sea-water passes by, And hushes half the babbling Wye, And makes a silence in the hills.

Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone: And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the rose is blown. For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky.