Ring out the thousand wars of old,/ Ring in the thousand years of peace.
O Sorrow, wilt thou live with me/ No casual mistress, but a wife.
Guard your roving thoughts with a jealous care, for speech is but the dealer of thoughts, and every fool can plainly read in your words what is the hour of your thoughts.
Love is of the valley, come thou down/ And find him.
Vex not thou the poet's mind With thy shallow wit: Vex not thou the poet's mind; For thou canst not fathom it
God make thee good as thou art beautiful.
If thou shouldst never see my face again, pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.
Make Thou my spirit pure and clear/ As are the frosty skies.
As the husband is, the wife is: thou art mated with a clown.
In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love
Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me
So, friend, when I first looked upon your face, our thoughts gave answer each to each. Opposed mirrors each reflecting each, although I knew not in what time or place, methought that I had often met with you, and each had lived in other's mind and speech.