I who still pray at morning and at eve Thrice in my life perhaps have truly prayed, Thrice stirred below conscious self Have felt that perfect disenthrallment which is God.

If God made poets for anything, it was to keep alive the traditions of the pure, the holy, and the beautiful.

A stray hair, by its continued irritation, may give more annoyance than a smart blow.

Nature, they say, doth dote, And cannot make a man Save on some worn-out plan, Repeating us by rote.

Whoever can endure unmixed delight, whoever can tolerate music and painting and poetry all in one, whoever wishes to be rid of thought and to let the busy anvils of the brain be silent for a time, let him read in the "Faery Queen."

Take winter as you find him, and he turns out to be a thoroughly honest fellow; with no nonsense in him, which is a great comfort in the long-run.

In the earliest ages science was poetry, as in the later poetry has become science.