The old order changes yielding place to new.
It was my duty to have loved the highest; It surely was my profit had I known: It would have been my pleasure had I seen. We needs must love the highest when we see it, Not Lancelot, nor another.
Nature, so far as in her lies, imitates God.
And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.
A smile abroad is often a scowl at home.
My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.