When I have fears that I may ceace to be, Before my pen has gleaned my teaming brain".

Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it

Feeling well that breathed words Would all be lost, unheard, and vain as swords Against the enchased crocodile, or leaps Of grasshoppers against the sun.

Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.

I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.

Tall oaks branch charmed by the earnest stars Dream and so dream all night without a stir.