Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang When life was sweet because you call’d them sweet?

A man is ever apt to contemplate himself out of all proportion to his surroundings.

Fair as the moon and joyful as the light; Tot wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim; Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright; Not as she is, but as she fills his dreams.

Where are the songs I used to know, Where are the notes I used to sing? I have forgotten everything I used to know so long ago. ("The Key-Note")

In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.

Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth.

Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me.