Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat.

Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.

God! Thou art love! I build my faith on that.

There are those who believe something, and therefore will tolerate nothing; and on the other hand, those who tolerate everything, because they believe nothing.

What's the earth With all its art, verse, music, worth — Compared with love, found, gained, and kept?

Are there not, dear Michael, Two points in the adventure of the diver,- One, when a beggar he prepares to plunge; One, when a prince he rises with his pearl? Festus, I plunge.

Say not "a small event!" Why "small"? Costs it more pain that this ye call A "great event" should come to pass From that? Untwine me from the mass Of deeds which make up life, one deed Power shall fall short in or exceed!