Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure this eve, How my face, your flower, had pursed It's petals up.

To do good things in the world, first you must know who you are and what gives meaning to your life.

Italy, my Italy! Queen Mary's saying serves for me (When fortune's malice Lost her Calais): "Open my heart, and you will see Graved inside of it 'Italy.'"

The best way to excape his ire Is, not to seem too happy.

And inasmuch as feeling, the East's gift, Is quick and transient,- comes, and lo! is gone, While Northern thought is slow and durable.

The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.

Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away.