The very flowers are sacred to the poor.

The best of what we do and are, Just God, forgive!

The clouds that gather round the setting sun, Do take a sober colouring from an eye, That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.

Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality.

Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.

The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society.

Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream.