You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself.

The Spirit lurks within the Flesh Like Tides within the Sea That make the Water live, estranged What would the Either be?

Within thy Grave! Oh no, but on some other flight - Thou only camest to mankind To rend it with Good night

Pain has an element of blank

Action is redemption.

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

How lucious lies the pea within the pod.