Pity speaks to grief more sweetly than a band of instruments..

O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!.

Love can take what shape he pleases; and when once begun his fiery inroad in the soul, how vain the after knowledge which his presence gives! We weep….

Half of the ills we hoard within our hearts Are ills because we hoard them..

How silent are the winds!.

Gamaun is a dainty steed, Strong, black, and of a noble breed, Full of fire, and full of bone, With all his line of fathers known; Fine his nose, his….

Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream Gently,-as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream!.

So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be!.

Most writers steal a good thing when they can, and when 'Tis safely got 'Tis worth the winning. The worst of 't is we now and then detect em, they ev….

Women are so gentle, so affectionate, so true in sorrow, so untired and untiring! but the leaf withers not sooner, and tropic light fades not more ab….

A single star is rising in the east, and from afar sheds a most tremulous lustre; silent Night doth wear it like a jewel on her brow..

The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord..

The sea! The sea! The open sea!, The blue, the fresh, the ever free!.

Sing! Who sings To her who weareth a hundred rings? Ah, who is this lady fine? The Vine, boys, the Vine! The mother of the mighty Wine, A roamer is s….

Despair doth strike as deep a furrow in the brain as mischief or remorse..

Up and down! Up and down! From the base of the wave to the billow's crown; And amidst the flashing and feathery foam The Stormy Petrel finds a home,-….

Death is the tyrant of the imagination..

All round the room my silent servants wait, My friends in every season, bright and dim..

I said that I loved the wise proverb, Brief, simple and deep; For it I'd exchange the great poem That sends us to sleep..

Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne..

Not the rich viol, trump, cymbal, nor horn, Guitar, nor cittern, nor the pining flute, Are half so sweet as tender human words..