There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.

O heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head You'd know the folly of being comforted.

If I make the lashes dark And the eyes more bright And the lips more scarlet, Or ask if all be right From mirror after mirror, No vanity's displayed: I'm looking for the face I had Before the world was made.

I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day.

Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.

The fascination of what's difficult Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent Spontaneous joy and natural content Out of my heart.

Homer is my example and his unchristened heart.