"The song seraphically free Of taint of personality, So pure that it salutes the suns The voice of one for millions, I…"

"But O the truth, the truth! the many eyes That look on it! the diverse things they see!"

"Into the breast that gives the rose, Shall I with shuddering fall?"

"For singing till his heaven fills, 'Tis love of earth that he instils, And ever winging up and up, Our valley is his …"

"Earth, the mother of all, Moves on her stedfast way, Gathering, flinging, sowing. Mortals, we live in her day, She in…"

"See ye not, Courtesy Is the true Alchemy, Turning to gold all it touches and tries?"

"First of earthly singers, the sun-loved rill."

"I've studied men from my topsy-turvy Close, and I reckon, rather true. Some are fine fellows: some, right scurvy; Mos…"

"It's past parsons to console us: No, nor no doctor fetch for me: I can die without my bolus; Two of a trade, lass, ne…"

"On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose. Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend."