For ivy climbs the crumbling hall To decorate decay..

Doubt is the shadow of truth..

The hero is the world-man, in whose heart One passion stands for all, the most indulged..

Any heart turned Godward feels more joyIn one short hour of prayer, than e'er was raisedBy all the feasts of earth since its foundation..

Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow..

If all were rich, gold would be penniless..

He who has most of heart knows most of sorrow..

Love spends his all, and still hath store..

I cannot love as I have loved, And yet I know not why; It is the one great woe of life To feel all feeling die..

All are of the race of God, and have in themselves good..

Poetry is itself a thing of God; He made his prophets poets; and the more We feel of poesie do we become Like God in love and power,-under-makers..

I cannot be content with less than heaven; Living, and comprehensive of all life. Thee, universal heaven, celestial all; Thee, sacrjd seat of intelle….

Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths..

Star canto: star speaks light, and world to world Repeats the passage of the universe To God; the name of Christ--the one great word Well worth all l….

Fine thoughts are wealth, for the right use of which Men are and ought to be accountable,-- If not to Thee, to those they influence..

Worthy books Are not companions – they are solitudes: We lose ourselves in them and all our cares..

Evil and good are God's right hand and left..

The poet's pen is the true divining rod Which trembles towards the inner founts of feeling; Bringing to light and use, else hid from all, The many sw….

Thou art a woman, And that is saying the best and worst of thee..

A poet not in love is out at sea; He must have a lay-figure..

Death, thou art infinite; it is life is little..