“Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed.”

“In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,Like coarsest clothes against the cold”

“Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.”

“Sooner or later I too may passively take the printOf the golden age--why not? I have neither hope nor trust;May make my heart as a millstone, set my face as a flint,Cheat and be cheated, and die: who knows? we are ashes and dust.”

“And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.”

“I came in haste with cursing breath,And heart of hardest steel;But when I saw thee cold in death,I felt as man should feel.For when I look upon that face,That cold, unheeding, frigid brown,Where neither rage nor fear has place,By Heaven! I cannot hate thee now!”

“I am half-sick of shadows,' said The Lady of Shalott.”