Beauty and anguish walking hand in hand the downward slope to death.

Man's word is God in man.

I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.

Her court was pure, her life serene; God gave her peace; her land reposed; A thousand claims to reverence closed.

The passionate heart of the poet is whirled into folly and vice.

Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Here at the quiet limit of the world.