The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed.
I think I must admit so fair a guest when it asks entrance to my heart.
I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.
I desired liberty; for liberty I gasped; for liberty I uttered a prayer; it seemed scattered on the wind then faintly blowing.
Happiness quite unshared can scarcely be called happiness; it has no taste.
And it is you, spirit--with will and energy, and virtue and purity--that I want, not alone with your brittle frame.