If soul my look and body touch, Which is the more blest?

rhetoric is will doing the work of imagination.

If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.

The true faith discovered was When painted panel, statuary, Glass-mosaic, window-glass, Amended what was told awry By some peasant gospeler.

We are no petty people. We are one of the great stocks of Burke; we are the people of Swift, the people of Emmet, the people of Parnell. We have created most of the modern literature of this country. We have created the best of its political intelligence.

No man has ever lived that had enough of children's gratitude or woman's love.

The unpurged images of day recede; The Emperor's drunken soldiery are abed; Night resonance recedes, night-walkers' song After great cathedral gong.