Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
Tall oaks branch charmed by the earnest stars Dream and so dream all night without a stir.
Faded the flower and all its budded charms,Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise!Vanishd unseasonably
The thought, the deadly thought of solitude.
My chest of books divide amongst my friends.
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?