I know what things are good: friendship and work and conversation. These I shall have.

I know what things are good: friendship and work and conversation. These I shall have.

For Cambridge people rarely smile, Being urban, squat, and packed with guile.

The worst of slaves is he whom passion rules.

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.

I have a thousand images of you in an hour; all different and all coming back to the same. I think of you once against a sky line: and on the hill that Sunday morning. The light and the shadow and quietness and the rain and the wood. And you. Your arms and lips and hair and shoulders and voice - you.

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