Let us be content to work To do the things we can, and not presume To fret because it's little.

But since he had The genius to be loved, why let him have The justice to be honoured in his grave.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.

XI I sang his name instead of song; Over and over I sang his name: Backward and forward I sang it along, With my sweetest notes, it was still the same! I sang it low, that the slave-girls near Might never guess, from what they could hear, That all the song was a name.

If you desire faith, then you have faith enough.

Souls are dangerous things to carry straight through all the spilt saltpetre of this world.

Art is much, but love is more.