“So we'll go no more a-roving so late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, and the moon be still as bright.”

“We'll Go No More A-rovingSo, we'll go no more a-rovingSo late into the night,Though the heart still be as loving,And the moon still be as bright.For the sword outwears its sheath,And the soul wears out the breast,And the heart must pause to breathe,And love itself have rest.Though the night was made for loving,And the day returns too soon,Yet we'll go no more a-rovingBy the light of the moon.”

“A little still she strove, and much repented, And whispering “I will ne'er consent”—consented.”

“Love in full life and length, not love ideal,No, nor ideal beauty, that fine name,But something better still, so very real...”

“The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the starsDid wander darkling in the eternal space.”

“Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.”

“The heart will break, but broken live on. ”