Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.

All was silent as before - All silent save the dripping rain.

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.

If you once understand an author's character, the comprehension of his writings becomes easy.

In the elder days of art Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part, For the Gods are everywhere

Hope has as many lives as a cat or a king.

I dislike an eye that twinkles like a star. Those only are beautiful which, like the planets, have a steady lambent light, are luminous, but not sparkling.