I remember the way we parted, The day and the way we met; You hoped we were both broken-hearted And knew we should both forget.

Marvellous mercies and infinite love.

She knows not loves that kissed her She knows not where. Art thou the ghost, my sister, White sister there, Am I the ghost, who knows? My hand, a fallen rose, Lies snow-white on white snows, and takes no care.

To have read the greatest works of any great poet, to have beheld or heard the greatest works of any great painter or musician, is a possession added to the best things of life.

Fear that makes faith may break faith.

The highest spiritual quality, the noblest property of mind a man can have, is this of loyalty.

Who knows but on their sleep may rise Such light as never heaven let through To lighten earth from Paradise?