Philosophy will clip an angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine - Unweave a rainbow.
I would jump down Etna for any public good - but I hate a mawkish popularity.
And how they kist each other's tremulous eyes.
There is an awful warmth about my heart like a load of immortality.
All writing is a form of prayer.
I have an habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am leading a posthumous existence.