She lived, we'll say, A harmless life, she called a virtuous life, A quiet life, which was not life at all (But that she had not lived enough to know)

Happy are all free peoples, too strong to be dispossessed. But blessed are those among nations who dare to be strong for the rest!

When we first met and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. . . .

The little cares that fretted me, I lost them yesterday Among the fields above the sea, Among the winds at play.

All actual heroes are essential men, And all men possible heroes.

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

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.