Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
Sunrise: day's great progenitor.
Memory is a strange BellโJubilee, and Knell.
Mine Enemy is growing old -- I have at last Revenge -- The Palate of the Hate departs -- If any would avenge Let him be quick -- the Viand flits -- It is a faded Meat -- Anger as soon as fed is dead -- 'Tis starving makes it fat
Nothing is the force that renovates the World.
A Word that Breathes Distinctly Has not the Power to Die