Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.

It is hard to wive and thrive both in a year.

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

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.

Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.

The greater man the greater courtesy.

The words 'far, far away' had always a strange charm.