"The year's at the spring, And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearl'd; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn; God's in His heaven— All's right with the world!"

"Say not "a small event!" Why "small"? Costs it more pain that this ye call A "great event" should come to pass From that? Untwine me from the mass Of deeds which make up life, one deed Power shall fall short in or exceed!"

"Any nose May ravage with impunity a rose."

"Each a God's germ, but doomed remain a germ In unexpanded infancy"

"Deeds let escape are never to be done."

"Have they fancies — slow, perchance, Not at their beck, which indistinctly glance Until by song each floating part be linked To each, and all grow palpable, distinct? He pondered this."

"So men believe And worship what they know not, nor receive Delight from."

"[...]his back is fairly turned? The pair of goodly palaces are burned, The gardens ravaged, and your Guelf is drunk A week with joy ; the next, his laughter sunk In sobs of blood, for he found, some strange way, Old Salinguerra back again; I say Old Salinguerra in the town once more Uprooting, overturning, flame before Blood fetlock-high beneath him; Azzo fled; Who scaped the carnage followed; then the dead Were pushed aside from Salinguerra's throne. He ruled once more Ferrara, all alone. Till Azzo, stunned awhile, revived, would pounce; Coupled with Boniface, like lynx and ounce."

"The hill-cat boasts some cunning of her own, Some stealthy tricks to better beasts unknown That quick with prey enough her hunger blunts And feeds her fat while gaunt the lion hunts."

"over zealous in the feat And stumbling on a peril unaware. Was captive, "trammelled in his proper snare," They phrase it, "taken by his own intrigue""

"But, gathering in its ancient market-place, Talked group with restless group ; and not a face But wrath made livid, for among them were Death's staunch purveyors, such as have in care To feast him. Fear had long since taken root In every breast, and now these crushed its fruit, The ripe hate, like a wine: to note the way It worked while each grew drunk ! men grave and grey Stood, with shut eyelids, rocking to and fro. Letting the silent luxury trickle slow About the hollows where a heart should be; But the young gulped with a delirious glee Some foretaste of their first debauch in blood At the fierce news"

"Progress is The law of life: man is not Man as yet."

"I give the fight up: let there be an end, A privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God."

"The peerless cup afloat Of the lake-lily is an urn some nymph Swims bearing high above her head."

"Jove strikes the Titans down Not when they set about their mountain-piling But when another rock would crown the work."

"Every joy is gain And gain is gain, however small."

"The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung To their first fault, and withered in their pride."

"Error has no end."

"Strange secrets are let out by Death Who blabs so oft the follies of this world."

"God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations."

"Truth is within ourselves."

"I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive,—what time, what circuit first, I ask not; but unless God send his hail Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive: He guides me and the bird. In his good time."

"Be sure that God Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart."

"That we devote ourselves to God, is seen In living just as though no God there were."

"Autumn wins you best by this its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay."

"Strive and thrive!"

"One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake."

"The moment eternal — just that and no more — When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut and lips meet!"

"All the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag of one bee: All the wonder and wealth of the mine in the heart of one gem: In the core of one pearl all the shade and the shine of the sea: Breath and bloom, shade and shine, — wonder, wealth, and — how far above them —"

"A minute's success pays the failure of years."

"What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew."

"Never the time and the place And the loved one all together!"

"I find earth not gray but rosy; Heaven not grim but fair of hue. Do I stoop? I pluck a posy; Do I stand and stare? All's blue."

"Have you found your life distasteful? My life did and does smack sweet. Was your youth of pleasure wasteful? Mine I save and hold complete. Do your joys with age diminish? When mine fail me, I'll complain. Must in death your daylight finish? My sun sets to rise again."

"Womanliness means only motherhood; All love begins and ends there."

"Who hears music feels his solitude Peopled at once."

"We loved, sir — used to meet: How sad and bad and mad it was — But then, how it was sweet!"

"Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?"

"It is so horrible, I dare at times imagine to my need Some future state revealed to us by Zeus"

"Sing, riding's a joy! For me I ride."

"I judge people by what they might be,—not are, nor will be."

"I trust in Nature for the stable laws Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant And Autumn garner to the end of time. I trust in God,—the right shall be the right And other than the wrong, while he endures. I trust in my own soul, that can perceive The outward and the inward,—Nature's good And God's."

"There's a woman like a dewdrop, she's so purer than the purest."

"Over my head his arm he flung Against the world."

"The lie was dead And damned, and truth stood up instead."

"Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure, this eve, How my face, your flower, had pursed It's petals up."

"So, Willy, let you and me be wipers Of scores out with all men — especially pipers! And, whether they pipe us from rats or from mice, If we've promised them aught, let us keep our promise!"

"Rats! They fought the dogs and killed the cats, And bit the babies in the cradles, And ate the cheeses out of the vats, And licked the soup from the cooks' own ladles, Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats By drowning their speaking With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats."