The Wombat is a Joy, a Triumph, a Delight, a Madness!

Your eyes smile peace.

You have been mine before - How long ago I may not know: But just when at that swallow's soar, your neck turned so, Some veil did fall, - I knew it all of yore.

The worst moment for the atheist is when he is really thankful and has nobody to thank.

Love, which is quickly kindled in the gentle heart, seized this man for the fair form that was taken from me, the manner still hurts me. Love which absolves no beloved one from loving, seized me so strongly with his charm that, as thou seest, it does not leave me yet

Sometimes thou seem'st not as thyself alone, But as the meaning of all things that are.

Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell.