Every age, Through being beheld too close, is ill-discerned By those who have not lived past it.

At painful times, when composition is impossible and reading not enough, grammars and dictionaries are excellent for distraction.

The flower-girl's prayer to buy roses and pinks, held out in the smoke, like stars by day.

Most illogical Irrational nature of our womanhood, That blushes one way, feels another way, And prays, perhaps another!

His ears were often the first thing to catch my tears.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use

And yet, because I love thee, I obtain From that same love this vindicating grace, To live on still in love, and yet in vain