My love for those I love -- not many -- not very many, but don't I love them so?
I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.
Within thy Grave! Oh no, but on some other flight - Thou only camest to mankind To rend it with Good night
To die before one fears to die may be a boon.
PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there's a word to lift your hat to... to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that's the genius behind poetry.
An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near.