O thou sculptor, painter, poet! Take this lesson to thy heart: That is best which lieth nearest; Shape from that thy work of art.

Love is a bodily shape; and Christian works are no more than animate faith and love, as flowers are the animate springtide.

If we could read the secret history of our enemies.

As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.

Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.

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

Our hearts are lamps for ever burning.