“She is not fair to outward viewAs many maidens be;Her loveliness I never knewUntil she smiled on me.Oh! then I saw her eye was bright,A well of love, a spring of light.”

“All thoughts all passions all delights Whatever stirs this mortal frame All are but ministers of Love And feed his sacred flame.”

“A mother is a mother still The holiest thing alive.”

“Alone alone all all alone Alone on a wide wide sea.”

“Swans sing before they die - 'twere no bad thing Should certain persons die before they sing.”

“If we take care of the inches we will not have to worry about the miles.”

“He wanted to be a poet,' someone else put in while Maggie hugged Tim and patted his back. 'Said he'd only lacked the words to be one.”

“I act as the tongue of you,... tied in your mouth . . . . in mine it begins to be loosened.”

“To be a poet is to have a soul so quick to discern, that no shade of quality escapes it, and so quick to feel, that discernment is but a hand playing with finely-ordered variety on the chords of em...”