O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!
I have loved the principle of beauty in all things.
What is more gentle than a wind is summer?
What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move My heart so potently?
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.
She hurried at his words, beset with fears, For there were sleeping dragons all around.