“The blessed damozel lean'd outFrom the gold bar of Heaven;Her eyes were deeper than the depthOf waters still'd at even;She had three lilies in her hand,And the stars in her hair were seven.”

“I marked all kindred Powers the heart finds fair:--Truth, with awed lips; and Hope, with eyes upcast;And Fame, whose loud wings fan the ashen PastTo signal-fires, Oblivion's flight to scare;And Youth, with still some single golden hairUnto his shoulder clinging, since the lastEmbrace wherein two sweet arms held him fast;And Life, still wreathing flowers for Death to wear.Love's throne was not with these; but far aboveAll passionate wind of welcome and farewell”

“The Stealthy School of Criticism.”

“Love, which is quickly kindled in the gentle heart, seized this man for the fair form that was taken from me, the manner still hurts me. Love which absolves no beloved one from loving, seized me so strongly with his charm that, as thou seest, it does not leave me yet”

“L'amor che muove il sole e l'altre stelle”

“A Sonnet is amoment'smonument,—Memorial from theSoul's eternityTo one deaddeathless hour.”

“Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell”