And how they kist each other's tremulous eyes.
Stop and consider! life is but a day
My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.
What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move My heart so potently?
The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun.