We are all a part of every person we have ever met.

A classic lecture, rich in sentiment, With scraps of thundrous Epic lilted out By violet-hooded Doctors, elegies And quoted odes, and jewels five-words-long, That on the stretched forefinger of all Time Sparkle for ever.

For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid.

Forgive! How many will say, forgive, and find a sort of absolution in the sound to hate a little longer!

A day may sink or save a realm.

What was once to me mere matter of the fancy now has grown the vast necessity of heart and life.

Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.