Between Cowardice And Despair, Valour

Twice Or Thrice Had I Loved Thee Before I Knew Thy Face Or Name, So In A Voice, So In A Shapeless Flame, Angels Affect Us Oft, And Worshiped Be.

But He Who Loveliness Within Hath Found, All Outward Loathes, For He Who Color Loves, And Skin, Loves But Their Oldest Clothes.

Great Sins Are Great Possessions; But Levities And Vanities Possess Us Too; And Men Had Rather Part With Christ Than With Any Possession.

God Himself Took A Day To Rest In, And A Good Man's Grave Is His Sabbath.

No Spring Nor Summer Beauty Hath Such Grace As I Have Seen In One Autumnal Face.