"On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call'd him dead; And made his eldest son, one day, Sla…"

"[A]ll lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love."

"On the king’s gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They called him dead; And made his eldest son one day Slave…"

"And every bird I ever knew Back and forth in the summer flew; And breezes wafted over me The scent of every flower an…"

"The voice of one who goes before to make The paths of June more beautiful, is thine Sweet May!"

"There is nothing so skilful in its own defence as imperious pride. […] Wounded vanity knows when it is mortally hurt;…"

"Like a blind spinner in the sun, I tread my days; I know that all the threads will run Appointed ways; I know each da…"

"Then, gazing around, looking up at the lofty pinnacles above, which seemed to pierce the sky, looking down upon the w…"

"The goldenrod is yellow; The corn is turning brown: The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down."

"Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?"