Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.
Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes.
There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.
Call the world if you please "the vale of soul-making." Then you will find out the use of the world.
My chest of books divide amongst my friends.
Severn - I - lift me up - I am dying - I shall die easy; don't be frightened - be firm, and thank God it has come.