And I shall find some girl perhaps, and a better one than you, With eyes as wise, but kindlier, and lips as soft, but true, and I dare say she will do.

And I shall find some girl perhaps, and a better one than you, With eyes as wise, but kindlier, and lips as soft, but true, and I dare say she will do.

Hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate, Love sells the proud heart's citadel to fate.

There are only three things in the world, one is to read poetry, another is to write poetry, and the best of all is to live poetry.

The worst of slaves is he whom passion rules.

Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea?