“Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed.”

“Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and for ever.”

“For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see,Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.”

“Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed.”

“What rights are those that dare not resist for them?”

“A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.”

“There has fallen a splendid tearFrom the passion-flower at the gate.She is coming, my dove, my dear;She is coming, my life, my fate.The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;"And the white rose weeps, "She is late;"The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear;"And the lily whispers, "I wait."She is coming, my own, my sweet;Were it ever so airy a tread,My heart would hear her and beat,Were it earth in an earthy bed;My dust would hear her and beat,Had I lain for a century dead,Would start and tremble under her feet,And blossom in purple and red.”

“Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die”

“Virtue - to be good and just -Every heart, when sifted well,Is a clot of warmer dust,Mix'd with cunning sparks of hell.- The Vision of Sin”

“And down I went to fetch my bride:But, Alice, you were ill at ease;This dress and that by turns you tried,Too fearful that you should not please.I loved you better for your fears,I knew you could not look but well;And dews, that would have fall'n in tears,I kiss'd away before they fell.”

“The quiet sense of something lost”