Pressed into service means pressed out of shape.

You, of course, are a rose-- But were always a rose.

I alone of English writers have consciously set myself to make music out of what I may call the sound of sense.

Why make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?

The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.

Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.

The old dog barks backward without getting up I can remember when he was a pup.