He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!
I see heaven's glories shine and faith shines equal.
I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?
In secret pleasure — secret tears This changeful life has slipped away
The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.