| Quotes |
Topic |
| Soldiers | The knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust, His soul is with the saints, I trust. |
| Solitude | Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide, wide sea. |
| Solitude | So lonely 'twas that God himself Scarce seemed there to be. |
| Sound | A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. |
| Spring | And the spring comes slowly up this way. |
| Stars | Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? |
| Stars | Or soar aloft to be the spangled skies And gaze upon her with a thousand eyes. |
| Tolerance | I have seen gross intolerance shown in support of tolerance. |
| Vocabulary | Prose, words in their best order. Poetry, the best words in the best order. |
| Water | Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink, Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot, O Christ! That ever this should be! Yes, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea. |
| Winter | The frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. |
| Youth | Life went a-Maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young! When I was young?,Ah, woful when! |
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