There is something very cheerful and courageous in the setting-out of a child on a journey of speech with so small baggage and with so much confidence.

Rich meanings of the prophet-Spring adorn, / Unseen, this colorless sky of folded showers, / And folded winds...

No mirror keeps its glances.

O daisy mine, what will it be to look / From God's side even of such a simple thing?

We talk of sunshine and moonshine, but not of cloud-shine, which is yet one of the illuminations of our skies. A shining cloud is one of the most majestic of all secondary lights.

... I am dark but fair, / Black but fair.

I have known some grim bells, with not a single joyous note in the whole peal, so forced to hurry for a human festival, with their harshness made light of, as though the Bishop of Hereford had again been forced to dance in his boots by a merry highwayman.