And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.
Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.
Obedience is the fruit of faith.
I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on...
I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, Where? What? and turn away.
For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.
Hope is like a hairball trembling from its birth...
Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.
She gave up beauty in her tender youth, gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways; she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity, and chose the bitter truth.
Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.
For one man is my world of all the men this wide world holds; O love, my world is you.