In your arms was still delight, Quiet as a street at night; And thoughts of you, I do remember, Were green leaves in a darkened chamber, Were dar….

Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass..

Mud unto mud!--Death eddies near-- Not here the appointed End, not here! But somewhere, beyond Space and Time, Is wetter water, slimier slime!.

Yet, behind the night, Waits for the great unborn, somewhere afar, Some white tremendous daybreak..

I thought when love for you died, I should die. It's dead. Alone, most strangely, I live on..

A book may be compared to your neighbor: if it be good, it cannot last too long; if bad, you cannot get rid of it too early..

There's little comfort in the wise.

If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is forever England. There shall be In that rich earth a rich….

Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold..

Oh! death will find me, long before I tire Of watching for you; and swing me suddenly Into the shade and loneliness and mire Of the last land!.

Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping, With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpen….

Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea?.

I shall desire and I shall find The best of my desires; The autumn road, the mellow wind That soothes the darkening shires. And laughter, and inn-fir….

But there's wisdom in women, of more than they have known, And thoughts go blowing through them, are wiser than their own..

A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years..

I know what things are good: friendship and work and conversation. These I shall have..

Youth is stranger than fiction..

Oh! death will find me long before I tire of watching you..

There are only three things in the world, one is to read poetry, another is to write poetry, and the best of all is to live poetry..

I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, the calm, and the astonishment, Desire illimit….

I have need to busy my heart with quietude..