Go; for thy stay, not free, absents thee more.

Time flies. It's up to you to be the navigator.

I am a part of all that I have met.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.

So now I have sworn to bury All this dead body of hate I feel so free and so clear By the loss of that dead weight

O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

A beam in darkness: let it grow.

Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be… And thou, O Lord, art more than they.

Not once or twice in our fair island-story, The path of duty was the way to glory.

May make my heart as a milestone, set my face as a flint, cheat and be cheated, and die: who knows? we are ashes and dust.

In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All around the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.

The good we never miss we rarely prize

Satan trembles, when he sees the weakest Saint upon his knees.

In a fleshy tomb I am buried above ground.

Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.

The parson knows enough who knows a Duke.

An epigram is but a feeble thing - With straw in tail, stuck there by way of sting.

It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.

No wild enthusiast could rest, till half the world like him was possessed.

Their tameness is shocking to me.

Eternity for bubbles proves at last a senseless bargain.

O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.

Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.

Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth.