The days of peace and slumberous calm are fled.

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

Severn - I - lift me up - I am dying - I shall die easy; don't be frightened - be firm, and thank God it has come.

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun.

I don't need the stars in the night I found my treasure All I need is you by my side so shine forever

The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children. The mighty abstract idea I have of beauty in all things stifles the more divided and minute domestic happiness.

I never knew before, what such a love as you have made me feel, was; I did not believe in it; my Fancy was afraid of it, lest it should burn me up. But if you will fully love me, though there may be some fire, 'twill not be more than we can bear when moistened and bedewed with Pleasures.