I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.

Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.

I see heaven's glories shine and faith shines equal.

I have to remind myself to breathe -- almost to remind my heart to beat!

Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?

Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.

In secret pleasure — secret tears This changeful life has slipped away