"I am worn out with dreams; / A weather-worn, marble triton," (p. 136)

"Though I'd my finger on my lip, / What could I but take up the song? / And running crowd and gaudy ship / Cried out the whole night long," (p.87)

"The woods of Arcady are dead, / And over is their antique joy; / Of old the world on dreaming fed; / Grey Truth is now her painted toy," (p. 1)

"Although you hide in the ebb and flow / Of the pale tide when the moon has set, / The people of coming days will know / About the casting out of my net," (p. 54)

"Your mother Eire is always young, / Dew ever shining and twilight grey; / Though hope fall from you and love decay, / Burning in fires of slanderous tongue," (p. 55)

"Made out of a wild thought, is in my marrow." (p. 77)

"O hurry where by water among the trees / The delicate-stepping stag and...