That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon.

What do you think? Young women of rank eat - you will never guess what - garlick!

What is Love? It is that powerful attraction towards all that we conceive, or fear, or hope beyond ourselves.

Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.

The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- Now lending splendour, where from secret springs The source of human thought its tribute brings.

Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may last!

We are all Greeks. Our laws, our literature, our religion, our arts, have their root in Greece.